wheresrhys

For just a moment
This construction tunnel was
Moby Dick’s ribcage

Drowning your sorrows,
Leaving an etched eulogy
on a pub table

‘No parking’, it said.
Putting the van in reverse
soon put paid to that.

Sudoku absorbed
The signpost malfunctions.
Manicures on bus?!

A visual gaffe -
Our heroic airborne troops
Look like fey models

Oh, for a language
Where reversed words abounded -
Half as much to learn

The Phoenix Centre
Crumbling into the ashes
Of Poplar, London

A name full of hope
But an optimistic name
Cannot raise a town

In event of fire
Looks like it’s curtains for me;
Forgot my shovel

“Oi! Speed! – is ‘e pedo?”
“Die pose, de-poise. Sod, I pee!”
“Ed is Poe. Pie dose?”