From Our Own Correspondent

by grimbeau

Tuesday tunic: middle August, middle Earth…
Golden dawn, drowsy ursine shadows play it doggo

Down In Drongo-Drongoland

Graeco-Roman holds Cricklewood gripped by the wee small ones
History by the shed load made down the bomb farm

Skin needs tender loving care provider
Ratty old ladies don’t pay lip service

Down In Drongo-Drongoland

Acacia tabernacle robbed by yobs to tooth fairy
Radical solitaire Basho getting underway

old leaves turning brown as phenomenal berries
bunch to bear bitter winter fruit

lose the race as eight bells ring
seven got knocked out

Down In Drongo-Drongoland