We’ve all manner of food, and all of it good,
To tempt you to eat till you drop,
Monkfish and sole, both fillets and whole,
From Veasey’s, the fishmonger shop.
Lamb navarin, a pear Tart Tatin,
A wonderful, scrummy Bourride,
A platter to share, a large fruits de mer,
A quail poached in a locally brewed artisan mead.
Moules Mariniere, Poulet Forestiere,
A souffle to make you go “Ohhh!!”
A rich Tartiflette, a fondue or raclette,
All served in our micro bistro!

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If I just draw a simple line or two,
An elegant squiggle,
Then add a touch of colour,
For lips,
And place a flower head and a bud,
Judiciously,
A beautiful ballroom dancer emerges.

Photo Emanuele Bianchi

On the road to Crowcombe,
The chances are you’ll get delayed.
Either ponies or sheep will be wandering,
Seeing who they can befriend.
These two kept us waiting for quite some time!
Who cares? When you’re watching the world go by.

He played his pipe for all to hear,
Animals large and small.
And all who heard him would draw near,
His music would enthral.
His constant companion, a black and white cat.
Would sit at the piper’s feet,
And all who met this pair thought that
Their lives seemed so complete.

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Out of darkness,
Stepping through a curtain of fog,
They emerged, like ghosts,
The trees framed their journey,
Into the light.

I’ve a picnic wrapped in a kerchief,
And I’m accompanied by my best friend,
I’m intending to avoid any mischief,
In my search for the rainbow’s end.
So please don’t try and stop me,
An adventure is our intention,
Well get by with charm and a real esprit,
And oodles of invention!

Trees, leeching their golden foliage
Across the road.
It appears as if a rich philanthropist
Has scattered handfuls of coins into the air.
And I benefit.
I cycle in gold.

The mystery and beauty
Of Venice.
Fog drifting across a canal,
Semi-obscuring the buildings beyond.
A palazzo next to a small hotel,
Boats moored alongside.
Just step off your gondola
Through the doorway
And uncover the stories awaiting you…
Photo Siobhan Daiko

I’m the gribble of the down pipe,
I regurgitate your rainfall trash,
I’ll water your garden with just one swipe,
And revegetate in a flash!
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The Lumiere Brothers, Les Freres Lumiere,
Created cinema that people could share,
Their very first movie was of a passenger train,
And audiences returned, again and again,
The birth of the movies is 1895,
When the Lumiere Brothers made film come alive.

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