The Metropolitan Line
Metropolitan
The Metropolitan Line smells like an old shaggy dog, damp fur and decades in its breath.
Northern
The Northern tastes of salt and …
The Spice of Life
Mayo, mild and meek.
Dull the taste of Europa!
Then came Portugal.
Breaking through the bland:
Piri piri! Fiery feast!
Latin hearts on fire.
Bread so …
Enigma
For me the sovereign bends the knee.
But honour me, and you I’ll serve.
In ways in which you cannot see,
In ways I deem you to deserve.
I am the …
The Great Fire of Samhain
Gold leaves crunch like bones, I pace.
A tiny skeleton makes a face.
I throw the little girl a smirk.
It’s frowned on to be late for work. …