Roses on the towpath

My luve has got a red red nose
It’s often blown in June.
   
My brain kicked into life last night, so much so that I hardly slept. It was after 1am. I’m lying in bed but not sleeping. I kept getting new ideas for a book called Sparrow Falling, the story of my life so far. I’m seeing opening chapters, prologues and vingettes. I'm sitting up in bed, tapping on the laptop in the wee sma’ oors. It’s gonna be great, (as Donald Trump is won’t to say). We are 1,653 words in already.
    Extra of the abandoned Skoda. It’s not looking good. If they don’t remove it soon, someone will set fire to it.