Pete's Plasma

Plasma
squAred
My My
Water
Torvill And Dean
Watch Out
C.N.D.
Armistace
Poppies
Raffle Prize
A Pair Of Puddings
Piggy Back
Ready......
East Street
Upwell
Stamford Street
New Meaning
A12
Park Row
In London Town
Kew Bridge
Kemble
Milko
Drive On
Manx
Emma
Cyclone
The Great Pretender
V.I.Ps.
Walk Right Up
Winter
Central Heating
Life
1984
Lisping Lips
Different
Domino
Roots
Cold Rolled
Channel 7
Questions
Ancient History
If Only!
WhereNext
Have you no tail to wag and wave

And hold aloft for all to see,
A flag of truce and friendship too,
Stem so straight and tip so free?

Have you no rudder to steady your prowl
When slinking, sliding, hunting go,
No sinuous snake-like follow on,
No way your inner thoughts to show?


No wagging, curling, sagging thing,
To carry proudly low or high,
To clean and prune, and preen and tune,
And flick at fluttering butterfly?

Oh tiger, tiger, burning bright,
With eyes and ears and nose in sight,
When suddenly, in comes the end,
So short and sharp and with no bend.