yesterday’s poem


yesterday’s poem ( meop s’yadretsey )


a florist sneezed
the fledglings flapped
it smelled of ants
in underpants
& pickled eggs
in cable cars
the night was dim
with sable stars
the dawn was yawns
of troubadours
with iridescent
but whenabouts
the paper came
the vicar kissed
a hobgoblin
the baker burnt
the macaroons
& garden gnomes
were far from home
the roads were carp
& cuttlefish
the bus broke down
a dowser drowned
as badgers slept
in woodland setts
a pigeon shat
upon my cap
so raining toads
by half past four
& everyone
ate flapjack

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