My parents had a little car, ‘Canta’ was its name, ‘Can’t afFord it! won’t go far!’, – some modest trips their aim. My father fixed a hole above. – A puzzled frown, reproof,
Catastrophic flooding, pouring, pushing, 40 days and nights still raining, water underground emerging, rushing sediment stirred up by crushing rocks and soil and vegetation, then engulfing
From lowland lake to moorland bleak, in wood and hedge, high mountain peak, on roadside verge, and rocky shore, through cracking concrete factory floor (disused), and shielded city nook:
Shortie said to Bean-pole, ‘I wish that I was tall!’ Bean-pole said to Shortie, ‘I’d rather be quite small! I feel just so conspicuous, up here above you all.’
Pentathlon Current Affairs 'Fib' poem Ice men, women and children sitting on the steps: fifteen hundred and seventeen: many watch the weeping, melting Titanic tribute disappear: