Fire rages at garden centre
- Environment, Gardening, News
- 17th July 2020
We clutch our coffee cups to us As if they hold our very soul, We grasp them, grip them, cling to them And cart them everywhere we stroll We sip from them, we swig from them, We carry them on bus and train, And yet when we have emptied them Our attitude is inhumane We
READ MOREIt’s always so impressive when Our old town pulls together. A tribute to the volunteers (thank heavens for the weather). How lovely would be Surbiton Without the motor cars, A peaceful, tranquil throwback… or was that Life on Mars?
READ MOREIf 20 is the max (According to the plaques) Why does the man behind His molars start to grind? If I’m not doing 30 He shouts things rather dirty His manners he’s forgetting; It’s needlessly upsetting The sign insists it’s 20 He’s choking on his venti And urging me on faster; We’re heading for disaster
READ MOREI love forgotten shopping lists On trolleys lined for duty. Tomatoes, peas and chocolate, Eggs, cheese. Get something fruity! Remember Molly’s birthday, and The loo roll needs replacing Potatoes (small) and sausages, Turn left and then you’re facing Cos Madge is coming round tonight (You know she likes a schooner) Oh… parsley (flat) and lemons,
READ MORERemember the orphans abandoned in shops: A packet of pasta, a jar of rollmops Stray packs and jars litter the space by the tills; An unripe banana, a packet of pills A small bag of bangers – were they meant for tea? A carton of ricecakes (they’re calorie-free) The scanner goes bip-bip, the shopper’s away,
READ MOREStands the clock at five past three And are there sausages for tea? This tower deserves some real respect, A place to pause, admire, reflect It took six years to build the beaut (they had a job to raise the loot), 1908 it was unveiled, The burghers of the town exhaled And ever since it’s
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