Poem 142 of 230: UNCLES
A penknife lies in each one’s pocket,
Each has a Constable on the wall,
A staff leans near all three’s front door,
And each other’s phone they scarcely call.
(C) David Franks 2003
A penknife lies in each one’s pocket,
Each has a Constable on the wall,
A staff leans near all three’s front door,
And each other’s phone they scarcely call.
(C) David Franks 2003
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| At Sheffield's Millennium Gallery; 19/11/22 |
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| A couple of Constables on my wall; 10/11/22 |
