Kerb crawl halt for furtive pleasures:

"I hope it's better now"

 

Icy as a boarding school shower

In mortal mind and nerve

A riddle is told...

What could it be no matter how I think

It is the wrong guess again!

 

Leaving you dumbfounded

Encoded in parrot-like movements

For April Fool's Day jokes

From day to night

 

Lost in Dickens, tonight is the best of

times and worst of times,

I'm a voyeur of craft, with a

shameful lack of contribution

 

Whispering sands kicking camels. Black burning

Shifting sands

All goat at the Ponderosa

Not a cow in sight

 

In the underground tunnels beneath Victoria

The rat people live like Fagin's gang.