Exquisite presentation! Words, views, and the poet's reading. Merci, cher McSeanagall!:)
Uff, Claudia,I find it - to put it mildly - suboptimal. However, I shall forward your laud to McSeanagall, knowing that, despite his humbleness will let him blush, his blushing will be one of silent joy. :)
McSeanagall has got something, you know. Good to hear him, and to have him aboard.
Ah sean that was MacSeanagall at his very best. Truly a wonder rating of 12.7 De Selbys!
Andrew,despite his many deficiencies, at times he might, indeed, be an enrichment for the crew.. :)
Ha, sorry, missed yours, Jams. Thanks, my friend. Both we won't disagree, though, that McSeanagall will very probably never reach the class of the Tayside bard, will we? :)
Andrew - Are we going to have a poet-in-residence on the Wine Planet? I don't want to be a kill-joy but poets can be quite rambunctious when they drink. As much as I admire his output, I must remind you that McSeanagall has Irish blood in his veins. Remember Dylan Thomas?
How delightful :-)
CherryPie,... sometimes I do regret that I fulfilled his last wish: 'Eat me, Sean!'.
Bravo, McSeanagall, for a poem as sweet as the mutant fruit that inspired it. I am only guessing as to the taste, since that privilege was the poet's. Get eaten, decompose, or become jam: all fates are ultimately part of the same fate. Strawberry Finn was unique — just like every other strawberry, only more so, and now uniquely unique, having been immortalised in photography, poetry, and memory. There are worse fates!
Oh, Stan,when thinking of Strawberry Finn having been immortalised by a poet of [with?] your eloquency ...Thanks a lot, my friend, for such a kind eloge.