Nothing like a rainy day to clean up a couple of years of detritus. Came across a scrap of paper on which i'd scribbled this poem a decade or more ago. I laughed even harder this time. It's from the book Songs are Thoughts: Poems of the Inuit.
I have grown old I have lived much Many things I understand But four riddles I cannot solve
The sun's origin The moon's nature The minds of women And why people have so many lice
Since 1949, Durhamites have slept soundly, secure in the knowledge that, in our town, erection can be depended upon. Now, thanks to the power of the internets, we can spread that security all over the world.