Poundland
June is actually the cruelest month. She teases me into a lilac summer dress then tricks the cardie from my back. I'll show you fear in a thin cotton dress caught in town in a thunder storm.
I head to the brown fog of Costa. To sit it out, write some words. And there a wise woman divines from her window seat throne; without cards & over a cake spilling cream, it'll soon pass.
Except it doesn't.
I'll have to go to the pound shop for some inner peace and a brolly that probably won't even last the journey home.
- Category: Satire & Parodies
- Tags: Eliot, wasteland, Rain
9 comments add one below
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Neville Hunt over 7 years ago
I know that Poundland inner peace.
Maybe I'll go today,
I've got a bag of pennies,
I need to waste away. -
Lisa Williams over 7 years ago
Yes- It does it so well Nev X
Thanks Drew X
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Jamie Clapperton almost 4 years ago
Wouldn't have to know the poem to enjoy this. Can feel the cold and the wind. :-)
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Neville Hunt almost 4 years ago
It’s an absolute corker ! I really miss Poundland in lockdown.😢
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Jamie Clapperton almost 4 years ago
Hi Neville. ;-) Which is a corker the poem or drabble or both? Would certainly agree about the drabble.. Think I read the poem aloud once but like Stan Laurel I wasn't listening. ;-)
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Neville Hunt almost 4 years ago
Hi Jamie, the drabble. Even I wouldn’t be so immodest as to praise my own poem!
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Jamie Clapperton almost 4 years ago
Hehe, No sorry I meant did you mean 'The Wasteland ' was a corker ,but now I know you meant the drabble. I would never read something of yours aloud without also listening, only do it to Mr Elliot.
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Neville Hunt almost 4 years ago
Well for me, Jamie, The Wasteland can go get wasted. Not my cuppa tea at all!... far too dystopian! Me, I like a giggle! Hehehe!
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Jamie Clapperton almost 4 years ago
;-)))
