Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Edinburgh Festival 2008


No crumbs of comfort
no biscuit trail, no secret
stash of chips. All credit
crunched,all savings frozen,
all hope congealed.
Our U-bend’s clogged.
Wee prudence has been posted
missing! Darling’s stranded on
some northern rock.
The gnats are biting deep.
Everything’s a busted flush.
So bienvenue, welcommen
one and all to Gordon’s sticky patch.
But please, mind and wipe your feet!


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