Mayo, mild and meek. Dull the taste of Europa! Then came Portugal ...
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 …
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. …
Metropolitan
The Metropolitan Line smells like an old shaggy dog, damp fur and decades in its breath.
Northern
The Northern tastes of salt and …