Wednesday 3 June 2009

RUBBLE BUBBLE


tram line
what a climb
silver track
spotty pavement

blue board
pointing north
tell me more
wheremy going?

to the tate
though it’s late
yes yes
in a taxi

lady fat
plastic mac
yellow wellies
talking quickly

tell me please
is this cab
going my way
i should think so

empty building
very dusty
flaky flooring
very musty

fanny window
metal frame
olive water
rubble bubble

rubble bubble
rubble bubble
rubble bubble
rubble bubble


ham salad
very nice
cuppa coffee
sugar n spice

bred n jam
lick yer knife
bath yer kids
kiss the wife

watch the box
box of trix
put the cat out
smiles n lix

have a pee
go to bed
rest your weary
weary head