Poetry at Aldeburgh
Like Poseidon with a chip fork
He's washed up (at Aldeburgh town)
No vinegar - he's bitter enough
Know-all coward in his dressing gown
Found a cheap place to put his big fat head
Jukebox blaring every night
Full English each & every morning
Will surely be served right
Sea sky see 50 shades grey
Just like his sex life there
Aging man in old village
Remaini...
Tuesday 7th February 2017 4:01 pm
Recent Comments
M.C. Newberry on Combe Gibbet
29 minutes ago
Ian Whiteley on Citizens
34 minutes ago
M.C. Newberry on Sashaying to Byzantium
38 minutes ago
M.C. Newberry on IT AIN'T ME, BABE
47 minutes ago
Auracle on Festive FM
2 hours ago
Tim Higbee on Grandfather
3 hours ago
TobaniNataiella on She Says Goodbye
4 hours ago
R A Porter on Sashaying to Byzantium
6 hours ago
Ray Miller on Dominoes
10 hours ago
Red Brick Keshner on Beneath the Armour: Reaching for True Strength
10 hours ago