Angela Wybrow Poems

In a coffee shop window, I sit and stare
At all the people passing by, out there.
In London town, literally anything goes:
Zany hairstyles, as well as crazy clothes.
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For my colony, I am the explorer scout;
I am sent on ahead, to sniff things out.
When I've found something tasty to eat,
Back to the nest, I beat a hasty retreat.
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The local residents are all up in arms,
Worried that their town may lose its charm.
With hundreds of new houses, they are faced,
But plans to oppose them, are firmly in place.
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There's a pond at the centre of the village green,
Where ducks, moorhen and coot can be seen.
It's a feature which adds to the character and charm.
When sat by the pond, you feel a real sense of calm.
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On leaving Inchcolm Island, on the rocks,
We spotted a large colony of seals.
The boat drifted in to take a closer look.
The noisy engine, the skipper killed.
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Seeing poppies growing in the wild,
Takes me back to when I was a child.
We’d often go for walks on a Sunday,
And often spot poppies along the way.
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On the grassy river bank,
We place our tartan rug upon the ground.
The gently flowing river and random birdsong,
Are the only audible sounds.
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Groups of herring-girls, in crews of three,
Watched and waited upon the South Quay;
Upon empty swills, some girls would sit -
Fishermen's ganseys, they would busily knit.
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So delicious on the lips,
But so fattening on the hips.
Sticky, gooey, chocolaty fingers.
On my tongue, the sweet taste lingers.
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Out of the muffin, I took a big bite,
And suddenly my taste-buds danced with delight;
My muffin was a mixture of fruit and spice,
And, I have to say, it was ever so nice!
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