Why I write in prose,
Nobody knows,
But after some vino.
That's how it goes.
David you're right.
No not, Dave Wright
I should have gone to Specsavers
And checked on my sight.
But now you've shown me it's eight,
By your numbers in red.
I've embarassed myself.
So I'm going to bed.
(Not really, I haven't had enough yet.)
Regards
Brian.