Leaky's.

Went into Inverness yesterday, and I was inspired by an amazing second-hand bookshop called Leaky's, where I rediscovered my love for A.A.Milne. So when I couldn't sleep last night, I tried my hand at a little poem.


Alastair,
age ten,
wins prize
for poem,
of tshirt
and sweets.
But never again,
did he think
to put rhyme
down on paper,
with pen.
Until age twenty three,
he succumbs
to boredom.