The Penny Farthing
used to be here; tea and cakes
with my grandmother.
by Scooj
The Penny Farthing
used to be here; tea and cakes
with my grandmother.
by Scooj
Me and my pizza,
the chef, waiter and bar girl;
empty restaurant.
by Scooj
Wonderful smells drift
in and out of the street stalls
selling World cuisine.
by Scooj
Cheesecake price reduced;
if only the reduction
applied to contents.
by Scooj
Regimented rows
eyes up looking at the sky
before darkness falls.
by Scooj
Unmistakable
smell of burning toast; wait now
for the deafening.
by Scooj
Perfect bakery
delicious shortbread and cakes
discovered at last.
by Scooj
The Sunday roast is
in the oven; my tummy
rumbles hollow tunes.
by Scooj
Up on Brandon Hill
the lazy streetwise squirrels
mug folk for vittels.
by Scooj
Banana fritters
promise so much more than they
ever deliver.
by Scooj