The Wizard of Oz Out from the bright Kansas plain she left with a suitcase of whispers and a silver fleck, Dorothy, who dreamed of a colourful quest, trod the road that turned her
Read more →Rebecca, you walk through Westminster’s marble halls, Her laugh a bright clapper‑cone, cheering the morning vows. She savours a cuppa, steam curling like a gentle cloud, While the Tube thrum beneath—London’s lifeblood, proud.
Read more →The Incredibles – A Family of Heroes In London’s misty lanes the city sighs, The Rolling Thunder chimes, a distant boom; Yet in the Simpson house, beneath the skies, A hero’s heartbeat sings a
Read more →Rush At the tick of a five‑o’clock metronome, the city unfurls its iron heart. A lorry pulls by the car‑park, doors wide, its stubborn breath of petrol draped over the crowd. Queue after
Read more →In the dimming theatre’s hush a single beam cuts the velvet dark, a thin silver seam. A lone light, a target, a daring claim, It calls the actors to the stage’s frame. With reverence,
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