Thundering Train, Thundering Plain

windswept Little America

cheese —oxymoron, Gromit!

Keen-stone genetics

passive-voice changes

timetables cross-country; never know

who's behind the wheel

as the crow flies,

sun-sheathed, outline of rays

eclipsing Wild Bean cafes

the Famous Five grew up

to drive Land Rovers,

pilot lonely Spitfires

wardrobe filler

bloodclarts finna

be past tense

Trinity House

got JCB treatment

Ummagumma is

but ashes

pseudonyms, revenue inspections

time-current trudged

Salvation Army carpets, Great

British hallways

sexless hospice dignity

and tight-chino trading

estate swagger

inked slogans

perennial Costas

fellows that stare too long

at the too-perfumed

stop for directions-

where exactly 

is Carrick Glen?

Craft-grassroot strategy,

Brewdog chopper's been hit

by Lebanese trebuchet

send a rose

to activist Archway dweller

who fundraises in-between

Shacklewell selfies—

'can't reform em'

what a time

to be

immoderate

say, what's the quickest way

out this Pouch Of Douglas?

Betjeman surely

embellished- dig this

lonely centurial tower,

must correlate with other

brickly singletons...

yet sour Travelodge

dominates scape

while Kat Slater doppelgangers

scowl-suck swollen Winstons

for what

is this isle—

tad old

hat, innit?