Words by A Wensley

For Adrienne It's one of those end of an era days So I'd just like to say... Thanks for the shelters, The encouragement to be helpers. The high times, The low times, You got us through them all times. The camaraderie  The cakes, the tea, But most of all the sincerity... Because you put the meaning in the word Support, The oil that runs the cogs in the machine, that's what you've always taught. From Environment and Property, Economic and Community Infrastructure, and Facilities, Scientific Services, Trading Standards And Children and Families - We thankyou,  And wish you, All the very best. A.Wensley 27.03.2026

No longer a kids party This is no longer a kids party No jelly and ice cream here, No towers of fairy cakes Topped with a cherry No, fawning a smile, insincere. I made a mistake with the doughnuts They make you fat it would appear, No takers for cake No chocolate intake No, let's all just get out of here. This is no longer a kids party The pop's fallen flat oh oh dear, You can't win 'em all Have Vegan food? Ball... Yes, plant-based food here comes in spheres. I made a big spread with cool fillings Sandwiches quartered, for real! BBQ chicken wings Lots of fun tasty beige things It went down well, so-so, surreal... Because this is no longer a kids party The talk's not of fun vibes I feel, For these young adults Have their own minds, their own cults, Quit Mum, no nostalgic ideal! A Wensley 19.03.2026

Why do birds sing? Why do birds sing? What is there to sing about? If the world were to end tomorrow - What's the point in singing? You tell me birds sing for a mate Not for ethereal reasons Merely to procreate. I hate to think it's that simple. Who died and made you God anyway? A Wensley 7.03.2026 From a Mary Oliver prompt - 3 questions you'd ask of nature, Jawbone workshop, Othona Recording of birds from that day:  Birdsong at Othona

Ode to a daffodil Your slender stalks march  silently              into                    Spring All trumpets blazing! Declaring brighter days ahead Like a jazz break Punctuating a misty blues LP. You are as yellow as the yolk, Rising like the sun, On my morning toast - And just as nourishing. A Wensley 7.03.26 Othona, Burton Bradstock