by Jem Tovey
The girls fall out of Legends,
With their skirts up to their necks.
The lads are busy scrapping
In their two-tone, tonic keks. Continue reading “It’s Cool For Tykes”
Everyone's a Batley Poet
Everyone's a Batley Poet
by Jem Tovey
The girls fall out of Legends,
With their skirts up to their necks.
The lads are busy scrapping
In their two-tone, tonic keks. Continue reading “It’s Cool For Tykes”