Two things in life I hate
racial prejudice
and bloody Welshmen.
The last they tell me is
an Irishman who can’t swim.
Now I come to think of
the two people in life
I fell madly in love with
to the point of making
a right pillock of myself
both were Welsh.
I don’t want to say
what sex one of them was
but filling out forms
he’d put Sex: yes please.
Whitby Writers Group 
An unreserved apology
I smashed together three threadbare pub jokes, two racist, one sexist, plus a degrading personal admission, and called it a poem.
It was hypocritical of me to affect aloofness on these topics, since I am in print expressing myself far more robustly.
I need to crisp up my attitudes to a broad range of topics, which I aim to explore in these webpages.
I will say no more here, for fear of diluting my apology.
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