I think I'll paint a picture,

A dramatic Highland view.

Or shall I make it still life,

A vase, an orange or two?

I think I'll write a novel,

Set in a wondrous land.

With romance and lovers meeting,

On sunny, sea washed sand.

I think I'll try to whip up,

A meringue, to fill with cream.

My energy is flagging,

It will remain a dream.

I think I'll do some patchwork,

Each square so bright and gay.

But fingers are not so nimble so,

I think I'll pass that today.

I think I'll watch my TV,

I'll settle in my chair.

And watch other folk's successes,

While lazily sitting there. Mrs Mary Heppenstall

Ainsworth Square, Bolton

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