Francesca Johnson

(I'm a metal tiger - there's your clue / Europe)

Poems of Francesca Johnson

1. **Work till the grave... 5/8/2009
2. *Anger? 4/27/2009
3. *Baptism 4/27/2009
4. *Bread 1/10/2009
5. *Enigma Variation 5/1/2009
6. *Naked people 1/10/2009
7. *Socks 5/8/2009
8. ....alaties 12/12/2008
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
13. Cardiff 12/1/2008
14. Coalville 12/12/2008
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
19. Doing pennants 5/24/2009
20. Dollie and Jack of the Cut 9/29/2007

Lord Ledgie of the Cut

Lord Ledgie, paintbrush bristling in his hands
Introduces himself,
“You can call me Ledgie, John or anything you like
but I’m known as Lord Ledgie, ” he says.
Tall and imperial with long flowing locks
And a battered old hat,
Sartorially inelegant but suitably attired
For his stature and eccentricity.
His Peacock lies still, silent, purple and proud

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