Boot Sale Poems - Poems about Boot Sale

...boxful of Scotland souvenirs at a car boot sale a life’s possessions in thirty or so boxes from the back of a white Transit knick-knacks from Scotland a wee man with ginger hair tam o’shant......Read the rest...

...Winter’s body is a car boot sale, a mosaic of the seasons and shifts, the breezes and breaths of a year’s footsteps, gone. The battered wheels of a truck, spinning against morning frost, rotate ......Read the rest...

...Went up into the attic, Espied a load of junk. Thought I'd have a car boot sale, Before we did a bunk. Piled it all into the car, Glad I wasn't going far. Springs were groaning with the weight,......Read the rest...

...You stand there like Voltaire with a pen in your hand but that’s not your name and we know it. Nothing’s changed in the diocese the order remains. You are right it is Sunday, a bible or a......Read the rest...

...We sit and ponder in a wine soaked haze What can we promise to do from today. To lose weight, or gain some, where it applies, Yet we all know it's a pack of lies. One thing I can tell you with ......Read the rest...

...You're cool ice cream on a frozen cold day You’re sick and I am very tired of you You're fool minded which drove me far away You’re thick because your brain cells are too few I love you like a......Read the rest...