the pounds that burn holes in my pockets are scorching me
so
can’t wait to spend them on a little debauchery or a lot of
jiggery-pokery
it’s Saturday and
expecting more is a waste
when
space is at a premium.
If romance is the spice
is love just as nice?
and what life without either?
The unFairground
She looked into the sphere
a clear light from within
‘my dear’. she says,
‘in many ways
you are so very
lucky’
and for this I paid
sixpence?
© 2018, John Smallshaw.
