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i tching powder
t issue paper
e lastic bands
m ushy peas
s hower gel
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i tching powder
t issue paper
e lastic bands
m ushy peas
s hower gel
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the reason why we hear
the sea inside a seashell
why the birds sing
each winter into spring
what happened to those unicorns
& dolly’s braces
the true identity
of the un-named narrator
who the spuck really
invented the foonerism
does my pun look big in this?
is this a fucking poem yet?
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scramble on this
chicken lips & hips
the stuff they dump in skips
not just for the moment
but a monument of bliss
another life ticket
this musical glue
is sticky in the thicket
while facing the gravy
& the ghost of the blue knight
you became the moon’s light
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as of last wednesday
as unseen on t.v
available in hardback
as per the shame-fest
plug as in – in
one for the tossers
part of a series
that hardly bloody anyone
will bother their socks
or biscuits for – it’s
baked to imperfection
but we’ve all swallowed worse
said the famous soap actress
to the camp t.v chef
so open to suggestions
like the gap between the train
& the chockablock platform
heading to your bargain bin
not big in japan
but banned in parts of luxemburg
more than just a barcode
hardly a seven
in deep green or grey
may contain nuts
best before six whitsuns since
god save the parsnip
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r umble in the background
h uddled like clucking hens
u nderneath your sound waves
b labbering old cobwebs
a niseed singsong
r ambunctious redshanks
b adgers ate your birthday cake
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t eriffic
w onderful
a mazing
t remendous
s uperb
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a letter in the post
from the ghost
of tomorrow
ten chicken chicks
hatched
last epiphany
runner beans
sprinting up a
ribboned maypole
thermal vests
in the doldrum roll
of august
supper for breakfast
& a cocoa
– not a coffee
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wafting like a ghost
if there’s a draft indoors
– i am a cobweb
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