WE STAYED IN A FLAT…
Called by the sea
near a Place named Melbourne, down under
the Burgh and the Seabird bluff
where the Firth furls forth and the Firth
faces north to its south-facing shore
in a Berwick north of Berwick
by an islet that May and a rock
of Bass in a shoal of isles
where the Links are linked
by Quality Street
and the hill is Law.
By Will Daunt
…..
HIGH TIMES – By John Shaw
High tides predicted
High times expected
High times ensued
Eddi was good
Phil was brill
But Maggie was
My darling
– And Pauline left
me breathless not
‘shameless’
BUNFIGHT by Alison Craig
Launches Launching
Bellies Paunching
Comedians Huddling
Peddlars Guddling
Tourists Swarming
Weather Warming
Teenagers Posing
Old Dossers Dozing
Beer Taps Gushing
PR Types Rushing
Everyone Pushing
Quiet types Shooshing
Thespians Emoting
Fosters judges Voting
Footlights are trying
Some on-stage dying
The good and the bad
The ugly and sad
The funny and tragic
Some crap and some magic
The festival fringe
the wild late night binge
3 weeks of the year
God help us – Its here
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