Tinged with a little
sadness that my toastie’s gone;
it was delicious.
by Scooj
Tinged with a little
sadness that my toastie’s gone;
it was delicious.
by Scooj
Favourite pudding;
chocolate panettone
bread and butter style.
by Scooj
.
Squirrel at the door,
squats like a doe-eyed puppy
begging for some nuts.
.
by Scooj
In the cool thin air
apple moons laid out to dry;
Autumn provisions
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Meal interrupted
by an uninvited guest;
mutual disgust.
by Scooj
.
In Wagamamas
waiting for a takeaway;
turning Japanese.
–
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Italophilic
pudding, with acknowledgement
to bread and butter.
by Scooj
When I was young we
had tapioca pudding;
we called it frog spawn.
by Scooj
At a recent gathering of crews at the M32 roundabout, there was this stand out piece. Most of the works (several to follow) were wildstyle writing, but slap bang in the middle of them this Sled One composition breaking up the pattern.

I think that this is an exceptional work. The way the light bursts out of the anthropomorphised fridge is extraordinary. There is also a story going on, as is usually the case for Sled One’s pieces, which I think is that the man is grabbing some hot dogs from the fridge which in turn will consume the man. Or something like that.

It has been a little while since I saw a new piece by Sled One and this has been worth waiting for. I like the nice touch of the fridge wearing a feathered cap. There is a lot to look for in this ‘cartoon’ style piece. It made me happy.

No more packed lunches
thank heavens; reclaiming time
lost from our mornings.
by Scooj