Bodger Poems - Poems about Bodger

...I grew up in Bath in the nineteen nineties wearing short shorts over tighty whities, while Bath were champions of English Rugby, a beautiful city farfetched from ugly. We played on Stilts and h......

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...our young faces left sepia stains on ivory paper there were no flaws nor lines to draw attention nor depress just shiney rose hued cheeks which glowed and purple garish dress eyes did glint though ......

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...In a stand of thinnings- picked by and by a bodger turns his pole- sweat drips in his eye; the blade glides to and fro- on his homemade lathe; one by one the pile grows- legs of beec......

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