It is the evening of the day…
hungry and thirsty I wait
on Junk Food & Spurious receipts.
What no paper money!
Oh My God!
A Bank Holiday
On other people’s
Misery
That’s All Folks!
Heed the Migrant
refugees
One for you
&
One for me
Oh!
how happy
We shall be
Come
The
spreading
Migrant tree
An irkstacy oeuf jumbles
Gyges’s Knitty-knotty knot
Mad unravelled oakum-pokum
Squirrels mate via screensaver
The August Bank Hillbilly Farce
Weekend descending apace
Poem posted, home alone, drinks at three
with Little Me
and my charming, closest, confidantes
Myself and I
Panto tuna lute
open gee gnomic
ale eminent tory heir gone
tomorrow sorrow scars
Desultory smoulder
Pine cones gloaming wormcast
Seashell hermit crabs
Grumble gruesome gulls gambol
Shirtless maggots candy floss
straw fedora hats
Buttons elopes with Blue moon
Sickert sicks up cockles
Muscles lifts bar belles
St. Trinian’s run riot
Beside the seaside
Beside the sea
Grimbeau 