Month: February 2015

I Never Met Harry Secombe On The Woodside Ferry

Now if I owned a cowboy’s hat
I’d also need a horse
or else I’d ride the bullet train
from Tokyo of course.

Several sentient Jaffa cakes
made Stars on Sunday bright
but a further slice of Battenburg
could make me see the light

This product of my sugar rush
fell fast upon the page
my mind now filled with Ying Tong songs
I take to the landing stage.