Heathrow NO NO NO go Heathrow! The roaring at my window – My morning hello – Your beasts with their cargo – All in a bloody row… NO GO, Heathrow! And you with your Duty Free! Your duty Is to…
Bye bye Great Britain, we’re Little England now We’ve dumped the Euros and de-standardised the cow We’ve resmoked the air and unstocked the Thames And put things all back together again! We can now go back to living in sin…
Wishing I were an exhibit An iconic one like Tipoo’s tiger Or a Rodin Immobile And Composed Receiving as my due A glance or two. I’m stuck. Alone, like you Unable to summon the pluck to say hello. You go….
In my journey From A to Z Now near the end of my alphabet at last (Or at least I hope so) Here where Everything is so much less (Even less clear) where maintenance is the only task, Repairs…
How the people stare! When you indulge in silly hair If gold or green Or something between Or cut and shaped like a soup tureen Or styled with dash Above the eye Or tortured with The latest dye Or tied…