For the Shedmen of Wandsworth It’s the month of great hunkering Winter, grey and skinny, loiters Like a hoodie round the corner With his pisshead mate Christmas The Shedmen fist their mugs of tea As sweet and brown as the allotment Where they sit on good spade days Hunched in busted plastic chairs Banished […]
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The Lost Gardens of West Norwood
Spring has not been a great success In the claylands of South London Now daubed in dog shit fauvre And splashes of sepsis yellow May’s the cruellest month on record Even the crows have lost interest “We are now approaching Balham” The recording announces Without sympathy or respect Weary sheds and flailing trellis Early cabbage […]
