A computer programme I use changed some of the ways it functions recently, without telling the users. Grumble, grizzle, grouch … frustration. The result being a poem. If you’re unsure of the meanings here, check the online slang dictionary, it’s a great site …
FENCEPOST ERRORS
I’m bang on in this flame-war 
with a long gorilla arm
round a bunch
of four-colour glossies
having a strong desire
to sink the rat-hole
without any workaround
for a three finger salute
with nuked wetware
massaged by propeller heads
in a spoofed smoke test
before jump starting
showstoppers by whack-a-mole
with a munged zombie
beside a large bit bucket
A Summer Father … Here is poetry … interweaving images culled from a wartime childhood with bittersweet memories of a “summer father”. Lynda Monahan
