Look up
sir Andrew wood knighted by a king for battle won under the sun history will
Life of art Tate to tarts modern farts Vincent van Gogh it broke his heart
Darks as the clouds rain deep in my brow pitter-patter on the ground wind swept umbrella flying around
island of gentle decay time capsule still lost world of its own time the detritus way of life whirlpool tidal races
My dear love thee the world is so free my heart sad apart fears of thy fate hate maybe our last date
North Devon in heaven all summer i thee stayed work my home for a bone wet my suit cold to a tone surf in the bay i am to old
Open turn to burn door open to ajar sneaking in the bar to see our star whisky in thy jar
blue to red tis a water shed my life was short and sweet tired i sleep thy hear beeps pink and yellow colour teek my love for you dinner time
Down sir matt busby way Stretford red devils play George best here to stay red blood on his shirt scores a goal in the dirt
walk as i talk backpack to sack of a trying day to the end thy hill what a weary day
Bless thy thee shine may you always dine down the railway line sing a song for all time the room was so bare
Poeticous your so delicious hope your not malicious write a poem for thy own walk the winding road story’s of young and old
Tis a tale of a captain kidd drinks thy rum it was lots of fun being a pirate bum
Institute of contemporary arts down the mall by green park Buckingham palace looks bright shinning like big wheel in the nig… white marble stands victoria pride
Piper to a band dance in the sand to a one man band lochlan mor lived by the shore