Our "Discussion in Poetry" is an oft-neglected board, but, since I had occasion to write in it today, I thought I'd share some of the older stuff.

Some good, some rubbish (my contribs have a fair amount of both?), some rhyming, some non, some haiku - it'sa it'sa DIP!

A less happy dream last night, in which my mother - who, I should point out for clarity, is not a vet - was operating on "our dog" (we don't have a dog, but I think it was an amalgam of former dogs, mainly Apricot) for a twisted stomach.

She was doing this on the floor with the dog on its back, and had the abdomen cut open and the organs neatly pulled out. She turned to me and mentioned that there was blood flowing everywhere (although the visuals didn't actually show that).

I wondered why she wasn't acting to complete the operation and stop the dog bleeding to death. She said she wouldn't continue until I found her a diagram of a mushroom's stomach (yes, mushroom, not dog - I'm not sure why she needed this for reference, and it didn't even make sense in the dream logic). I was worriedly searching high and low through all the internet photo sources I know, and finding nothing, because such a thing does not exist.