Tag Archives: #Rubbish

Verbal Garbage


It’s what I spout out!

My words (not mine, just borrowed)

thrown together

like a last-minute picnic,

determined to make

all attendees squirm

at the fare provided.


Verbal Garbage

only destined for the bin,

with much correctness left out

and such errors, as can be used,

left in.

As I look out…

As I look out from London Bridge

I spy two bikes and a rusty fridge,

a shopping trolly, a tyre or four,

A traffic cone – one? There should be more;

and all at once the tide comes along,

and all is clear, and all that is wrong

is hidden from sight;

one is the day, one is the night.