🇬🇧 Living the life of a tweed fascinated Edwardian gentleman Semi professional awkward Gawk Still writing terrible poetry. Woodsman/ self employed Arborist PTSD Awareness Born and raised in the land of broad acres Married to Memsahib Apiarist 🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝 Arborist🪵🪵🌳🌳🌳🌳 “ Nothing,like something,happens anywhere.” Go’wniaki Website talesfromateadrinkingnation.Wordpress.com Twitter@Lambert&son vintage cycles Haiku My Japanese friend She makes beautiful music Wonderful Hiro “He didn’t want to look but couldn’t help himself, she was like a well to a dry man,wide hips to hold and eyes full of story’s all he wished for was to her to speak to him, instead she looked up and smiled and he became as dumb as a shoe.” Limerick Did you know their are seven types of syllable ? They make up a word, and make sentences fillable It may causes a scowl But it’s got to have a vowel If it doesn’t it just becomes unliveable “ She smelt of books and sunshine and all the little things he desired….” ““ as she walked in front of me she swung like a women should; all hips and laughter a perfect picture box of perfect pieces; and I wanted to ruin her with pleasure.”