~

& the bathtub ran ( nar buthab eht & )

…

swans upon a song

howled the bowels of avalon

squirms within a can

purred a cataract

in the daze of doggerland

as the bakers flan

candlemakers waxed

warbles caught a caterwaul

adders hatched a plan

annals scribbled then

tacitus & lazarus

resurrected pan

as the kitchen sank

under poet pissing pots

& the bathtub ran

so the onions sprang

badgers blathered nuts in may

– spanners snaketh man

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( author notes )

people often say – that the only fruit that is an anagram of the lemon is the melon

but on my home planet there’s the elomn – which is a bit like a gooseberry – crossed with a banana

then, of course – there’s the nemlo – which is a sort of spikeless pineapple meets lychee meets damson

& last but not least

there’s the molen – which is basically a turquoise pear – but it tastes just like chicken shit

~

earthlings can be so fruit-racist sometimes

i hope they cancel this ignorant little backwater of a planet soon

( brrrrrrr )

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