There’s a type of poem called a Footle! I know! Oh, Internet, what would I do without you?
It’s very short. Four syllables to be exact.
This is what I learned from watching the diving championships in Sheffield today, which distinguishes itself by being the only live sporting event I have ever enjoyed. Thank you, lovely Graeme, for talking me into it.
No splash:
More cash.
Tom Juniper Poetry 