a bit of a poemz


a bit of a poemz ( zmeop a fo tib a )

love is like turpentine

i am not an osogoth

strawberry jam

when the goblins are upon us

akhenaten’s armpits

extras whisper rhubarb

dancing with the ants

on a magic tartan carpet

quarter to coot

when the moorhen is clucking

two loose shrews

& a broken egg timer

bonce upon a wonky shelf

never cross a shepherdess

it’s good to see bees

in mid-october

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