AFTER THE FLOOD:
The taxi driver turned the radio up when the news came on,
There were five items on the news,
A closure of a factory with the loss of a lot’ve jobs,
Then a sixth item,
But sneering at another countries political leader,
The place we just flew from seemed much happier,
That’s the luxury of being a tourist
Tiredness speaks with a certain urgency,
We landed in the rain,
It felt great,
But so many people complained,
I felt like the only one happy
EATING THE TREES:
We flew somewhere great,
From the air,
I thought it was too far from anywhere,
When we landed it looked different,
The driver arrived complaining,
Like drivers often do,
About how hard it was to find,
And the lack of a sign,
How his sat-nav went down,
And the phones don’t work out here,
And blah, blah, blah,
I switched off at the lack of a sign,
He told me he had a lot’ve land,
A garage for nine cars that he bought from a bloke off the tele,
I asked him what fruit it bore,
“Apples, Pears, Peaches, Plums”
He told me he was down-sizing,
And about the high power careers of his children,
I switched off at Plums,
And was climbing my granddad’s apple trees
by the time we reached the M25
TUNNEL OF LOVE:
We crossed a wooden bridge,
Through a wicker tunnel,
To a table in the sun,
A lady appeared covered in flowers,
Followed by a man wearing a straw sky,
“We reserved this table for you, we knew you were coming”
“Would you like to come inside and see our amazing things?”
FASTER THAN YOUR DADDY’S CAR:
We drove to a place near the border,
And pulled off the road into a field,
There were lightbulbs in the trees,
Wooden houses in the trees!
A LINE WENT FOR A WALK ONE DAY:
Who wakes up in the wrong bed?
Who chases a thrill?
Who makes phone calls in the middle of the night?
Who comes home late?
Who sounds happy?
Who’s still missing?