Kiplingesgue at the Bunda Street Traffic Light   ’Ee up ears thisside, ’ee the uvver. You’d wreck on ’ow they shared a muvver. Their faeces ’ad bin on the teev, both pee-etched ease, would Jew believe? Oy arsed ’em when they last ’ad Eden … For they wuss limb, more ’aired than trim, but took some care where uvvers wooden. Oy slipped a grand. “Uav agooden.”   Alan Gould Our Workshop at 3 a.m.   Soft rumble and soft axle-squeals mean Annie’s turning earthenware— my darling with her once black curls now leans to art with steely hair,   who…