27 MAY 1989, Page 33

Nice Morning

`Nice morning,' he'd remark. Or, if It wasn't, `Not.so nice today.'

And, watching his Jack Russell sniff Our labrador, perhaps he'd say, `There's rain about.' Or, if there was No rain about, perhaps just that. Sniffing the air we part, because We know just where to leave it at.

For, if we did go on about The nuclear thing, or child abuse, Greenhouse effect, or modern art, Biassed reporting on the News, Or women priests, graffiti, crime, Man's taking leave of God, what price That poetry that doesn't rhyme The morning would be not so nice.

Robert Roberts