Last stop , Royston VaseyA Poem by theta sigmabased on the series , the league of gentlemen.
Last stop, Royston Vasey.
No one leaves here alive. The sign states as they walk or drive. Pauline and Babara are truly odd. And Lazarus is a weird sod. Strange sorts come in plenty. And less said of the Shop keepers. And their son, Locked away. Travellers come but often stay. But never in the normal way.
© 2015 theta sigmaAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on October 23, 2015 Last Updated on October 23, 2015 Authortheta sigmaswansea, United KingdomAboutI have admired the strange and wonderful. The same goes for my projects. They differ from light to horror and all the bits in between. My interests are Sci fi and the unknown. My style. Watch this spa.. more..Writing
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