Biography of Francesca Johnson
Happily living in a world of truths and open-ness.......nothing rocks my boat any more. Except my man.....
Francesca Johnson Poems
A Temporary Man
A temporary man can be a good distraction when filled with action
Barry Of The Cut
He lives a life alone on his floating kingdom, A Dutch barge of immaculate neatness. Barry left a life of greed and falsehoods Many years ago
It was wonderfully fat, squashy to the touch. I liked the feeling very much as I held it softly in my heart
Dollie And Jack Of The Cut
Dollie, petite, slim and with hair that flows blondely And wildly, in a kind of disorderly fashion About her small shoulders. A smile to welcome and calm even a bulldog.
It's a community spirit. A matter of giving to those living alongside.
You little dumpling... So fluffy and endearing, floating on that sea of brown,
Diesel And Dust
Diesel and dust, flaking castles and roses, and spots of rust. Who said living on a narrow boat would be glamorous?
Dennis, You'Ve Got To Go.....
Dennis, you've got to go. I don't know who you are or where you came from.
Long gone....... Moving on to better things.
De-Piping The Hash...
His 'n' hers corned beef hash. Got the mash
Don'T Shoot Sean
Sean is not a sheep to be shorn. Don't be woolly-headed, mate.
Don'T Ask Me Questions When I'M Breathin...
He said: 'I'm only a man. Can't multi-task.
The Sad Bastards Club
A happy lot, us Sad Bastards. We raise our glasses Kick some asses Laugh, tell rude jokes
A Pure White Poem And Empty Shops
I asked a dog-walker for the short cut to the local centre shop. She told me 'Walk to the village green then turn right. A skip and a hop.'
Ron Of The Cut
Ron doesn’t actually live on the cut,
He just travels back and forth a lot,
Chatting to anyone who will listen
To his alcohol-soaked speech.
He dresses in black
And has a black bike
On which he balances precariously
Whenever he deigns to mount it