Sean is not a sheep
to be shorn.
Don't be woolly-headed, mate.
...
He said:
'I'm only a man.
Can't multi-task.
...
There are a whole lot of holes
in Bletchley.
On the whole.
...
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.'
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Two muntjac
and a security guard.
Barrier.
Well-tended lawns.
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I will cross that line
between then and now,
past and present.
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One day I'll go back to Coalville
and whisper you a hello.
I'll see again those twinkling blue eyes,
...
A happy lot, us Sad Bastards.
We raise our glasses
Kick some asses
Laugh, tell rude jokes
...
They're flaky,
those sad legs.
They need a woman's touch
so very much.
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You stand like a lily amongst weeds,
sowing the seeds
of joy and beauty.
Mayhem all around
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