Well the first poem fell

down a mine shaft / well,

& withered within a fortnight

as all passers dismissed its yells

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The next poem was gored

by a mob of wild boars,

in historic woody woodland

& then my homework ate the corpse

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Another poem died from sheer sin

Sudafed & Benylin,

plus Junior Calpol – despite being an adult

the coroner didn’t know where to begin

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& the last poem got lost in some mist

honest – I’m not takin’ the piss,

it may well have been abducted – by aliens or Alans

so you’ll have to make do with this

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