The Hut

In the middle of the racecourse

There was a wooden hut

Which had been attacked by an arsonist

This saddened many of the racehorses

 

Alpine Major

Amber decided to only climb the smaller mountains

As her love of God was withering

 

June Postman

I saw a postman

Standing in a sunny doorway

He was drinking a mug of tea

And was writing love letters

To a lost biscuit