Bush Sleeps

He sleeps in a bush
To while the time
Dreams of shrub bandits
And stabbing divine
Southampton Central
Has not proved successful
But come 5 a.m.
He's gonna go
Loco.

Custard Cream Sonnet

Custard Creams start out a dream
Crunch and munch that sugar lunch
Crisp sweet wheat meets oh-so-creamy
Centred filling: truly dreamy
At half a pack, it's time to stop
But try as he might, his jaw won't lock
Closed for second, opting instead
To consume yet more biscuits
Against the will of his head.
Crumb after crumb, his taste buds numb
Until he's eaten every one.
But at what cost? 35p seems no great loss...
But look in his eyes and lo and behold
The sugar hangover's taken hold.