Someone donated a little lunch box set of games to my library here. It's sitting in our always fascinating, half trash heap of recent donations. It's called My First Scandinavian Games.
I thought that even though this old set looks designed for small children, I'm in my fifties and these would still be my first Scandinavian games.
Then, reflecting further I thought, yes, sure, and if someone brought us a book of poems written by lizards they would be my first book of poems by lizards too! And I put my hands on my hips.
Then, reflecting even further, I raced over to the computer to look up poems by lizards on the Internet.
I didn't find any poems by lizards, just one by Federico Garcia Lorca. It had this in it near the end:
You will have time
to look at the stars
when the worms are eating you
at their leisure.
No lizard would write that!
But then, I wondered, maybe there is no poetry by lizards.
Surely that can't be right.
And then it came to me. Of course there's poetry by lizards. Lizards just don't use the Internet.