Way back in 1815, the poet TW Booker wrote a poem about Torquay entitled well'Torquay: A Poem'.
A century later it was being hailed as having successfully predicted that the town would become a prosperous tourist resort, its hills boasting villas and mansions fair''.
Now, a further century later, is TW Booker still as prescient?
Here's Torquay: A Poem:
Lo! time shall come, when on yon...
Your hand around my throat I felt, as down upon my knees I knelt.
Dark eyes staring down at me, an object to hate is all you see.
Unstoppable tears stream down my cheek, love and fear pooling our feet.
Each containing memories, beautiful salty melodies,
This that meant the world to me and oh so sweet.
Where's the strong and gentle arms I knew ?...
MC's lyrical challenge, I feel like I have wrote a lot here!. Maybe someone could make me a chorus and we can complete a song:). Anyway I hope you enjoy, it is a little bit dark.
I am just standing peering down
At the oak being lowered into the...
Smashed a hole in my head
on the ground,
and tattered, hoary
Then scattered like litter
Blown away to the night
Random words on the wind
That whispered my name
I called to the moon
Lots has been happening in our Edible Fungi lab.
But not all fungi are friendly so I have been wearing protective gloves and a mask to prevent her inhaling any nasty moulds. My mission is to record...
A council estate chick of wide renown
All the boys have her after a night on the town
Skirt so high it's more like a belt
With a lovely ass that's...