by Derek Morrison Version 1 Severn Beach has history Once Blackpool of the West Only ghostly echoes now remain As commuters build their nest Shirley’s Cafe near the shore Mug of coffee from an urn Silent juke-box in the corner The turntable doesn’t turn Giant slab of fruit cake Adds to energy store At value-for-money […]
by Derek Morrison Hi, it’s me; my name is Lance Former God of Tour de France I was once the one to beat No! No! I didn’t cheat I was once the media pet Not treated like a Soviet Now they sue for money back While I could still lead the pack My reputation to […]
by Derek Morrison Gods, they smiled As plans you told Group cycle ride Despite the cold. Out in countryside Rain like spear Bad day for puncture Mused he at rear. The assassin thorn Lay in silent wait Its pointed dagger Was someone’s fate. Heavens pouring down Prayers for release Coffee stop pending So pace increase. […]