Francesca Johnson Poems

A temporary man
can
be a good distraction
when filled with action
...

He lives a life alone on his floating kingdom,
A Dutch barge of immaculate neatness.
Barry left a life of greed and falsehoods
Many years ago
...

It was wonderfully fat,
squashy to the touch.
I liked the feeling very much
as I held it softly in my heart
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Dollie, petite, slim and with hair that flows blondely
And wildly, in a kind of disorderly fashion
About her small shoulders.
A smile to welcome and calm even a bulldog.
...

You little dumpling...

So fluffy and endearing,
floating on that sea of brown,
...

Diesel and dust,
flaking castles and roses, and spots of rust.
Who said living on a narrow boat
would be glamorous?
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Dennis, you've got to go.

I don't know who you are
or where you came from.
...

Long gone.......

Moving on
to better things.
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It's a community spirit.
A matter of giving
to those living
alongside.
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His 'n' hers
corned beef hash.

Got the mash
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