Poetry

Black Friday

Black Friday – the Great Shopping Glean In the pavements of the town the queues do grow, Each shopper armed with a bright‑coloured voucher, Cameras flash, the air hums with the low‑humm of

The Wizard of Oz

The Wizard of Oz Out from the bright Kansas plain she left with a suitcase of whispers and a silver fleck, Dorothy, who dreamed of a colourful quest, trod the road that turned her

Rebecca

Rebecca, you walk through Westminster’s marble halls, Her laugh a bright clapper‑cone, cheering the morning vows. She savours a cuppa, steam curling like a gentle cloud, While the Tube thrum beneath—London’s lifeblood, proud.

The Incredibles

The Incredibles – A Family of Heroes In London’s misty lanes the city sighs, The Rolling Thunder chimes, a distant boom; Yet in the Simpson house, beneath the skies, A hero’s heartbeat sings a

Rush

Rush At the tick of a five‑o’clock metronome, the city unfurls its iron heart. A lorry pulls by the car‑park, doors wide, its stubborn breath of petrol draped over the crowd. Queue after

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