Spital Poems - Poems about Spital

... LOST IN BRITAIN Poling, Patching, Nether Wallop, Matching Tye and Droop Plumpton, Lickfold, Puddletown, Westward Ho! and Throop. Hole of Horcum, New Invention, ......Read the rest...

...I ran To escape An evil Year After Year Becoming tired As I could not Out run it So I stopped To face it And die It stripped me Of dignity It humiliated me It mocked me Spat in my fa......Read the rest...

...A fickle pickle occurs when a barytic agent is introduced. Moving onward to eat one of the tainted fruits, the result is shameless drunken bacchanal behavior. Vomiting may produce sintered clumps. E......Read the rest...

...Whilst the doctors discussed her fate Her belly inflated with hate Flat out on a gurney For one final journey From hospital food that she ate......Read the rest...

...Run with the idea while hot; fun— stretch your imaginative pun. For a pie-in-the-sky, it is not. PHI POSTED ON my blog on my website, Suzette: Poet, dated 22 July 2021, PHI P......Read the rest...

...I The form we take In the shape of a life From trumpet birth blasts To the final shadow sighs The faithful leap From a Dayton hill To silver supersonic flight A mountain of yellowing Paper w......Read the rest...

...I pored over my weather maps contriving a prognostication, Of the weather forecast for the consumption of the British population. It comprised all the towns, villages and shires from A to Zed, To ......Read the rest...