DOT SPOT
When I left school
my first employ
was alongside you...
it's me Dot -the van boy.
The vans I'd empty
as they drove in,
and put the deliveries
in selected bins.
You liked my poems,
you were an older joy.
Thanks for the memory Dot,
it's me - the old van boy.
COMING THROUGH
Yeats, W.B.,
and Thomas, D.
Irishman, Welshman;
very-good verse-poetry.
Lawrence, D.H.,
and Larkin, P.
Come these English;
very-good verse-poetry.
YES-AN-OPEN-HOUSE-
CLOSED-THEIR-FATE
The-Blind-Beggar pub
saw the Krays' demise -
for though the walls held ears -
it's floor supported eyes.
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