Francesca Johnson (I'm a metal tiger - there's your clue / Europe)
Poems of Francesca Johnson
|1.||**Work till the grave...||5/8/2009|
|9.||A pure white poem and empty shops||2/8/2009|
|10.||A Temporary Man||11/5/2007|
|11.||A whole lot of holes....(1)||4/11/2009|
|12.||Barry of the Cut||9/29/2007|
|15.||Crossing a line||4/27/2009|
|16.||Dennis, you've got to go.....||8/11/2008|
|17.||De-piping the hash...||6/11/2009|
|18.||Diesel and Dust||12/10/2007|
|20.||Dollie and Jack of the Cut||9/29/2007|
Old Ted of the Cut
You don’t want to talk to Old Ted!
He has a bite almost as ferocious as his Rottweiler.
People give him a wide berth as they pass
His rotting old narrowboat,
Rusting and uncared for.
Just like Old Ted.
Blackened portholes adorn the sides
And a collection of old pieces of metal
Lie gathering dust and cobwebs