preamble ( elbmaerp )

once upon a this
sits a twat in candlelight
tosser be thy name

yes, the thy is me
we’s the river flowing so
dance another flame

as the normalzzz snore
’til the dandelions roar
stirring like a cock

cockerel – not a nob
but the cheese of poetry
as an unwashed sock

often whiffs a scent
washing pegs on nostril’s time
as a spanner scrawls

versing in reverse
i’m a spider – yet a fly
all is rubber walls

walk beyond the song
of a sinking cygnet swan
in a glugging tub

grow a glowing pear
where the air is chasing hares
nature is the rub

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