So the sociology's officially stuffed.
Maybe I need to think about becoming a poet.
I'm told you can get government grants for that.
Les Murray gets them and he's just a Hungarian football commentator.

If I had to start, it would be called "A Parrot In Winter".
Based on the above pic I took in Denmark.
Denmark near Minjup, of course, not the country.

The poem would go something like this:

Went to places like Seldom Seen.
Loved her then as I do now.
Tell me her name.
Colleen.
Just a parrot in winter.

Sledge