Painting ceilings is
a mugs game unless your name
is L. da Vinci.
by Scooj.
Painting ceilings is
a mugs game unless your name
is L. da Vinci.
by Scooj.
Perched high, defiant
grey skies above, squat pigeons
wait for the Winter.
by Scooj
You know times are hard
when you see Father Christmas
sell The Big Issue.
by Scooj
Barry Gray and your
ondes martenot; music so
sophisticated.
by Scooj
Pale civil servants
wearing tired suits and faces;
austerity’s grip.
by Scooj
I always wanted
a buckskin jacket, like the
one Roddy Frame wore.
by Scooj
Winning the global
race is irrelevant if
there are no runners.
by Scooj
Some eggs, flour and milk
and a very hot oven;
Yorkshire pudding done.
by Scooj
In the shadow of
Brunel’s finest, but worthy
of such company.
by Scooj
Happy happy day,
mums and dads brimming with pride;
mortar boards and gowns.
by Scooj