So I’ve set myself a challenge. Every day for seven days I’m going to write a short poem inspired by something around me.

Whether this be an object, a thought, or something that’s happening to me, I’ll write about it.

Here’s the first poem, which came to me during the night while arguing with my pillows.

Pillows…

…one is too low,

Two is too high,

I’m glad I’m not a giraffe.

Imagine the problems they have with them?

It can’t be much of a laugh.