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phyllis’ tendrils

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phyllis’ tendrils ( another moan in disguise )

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hoops as cocks & crows up me nose

stuttering kneecaps - fidgety toes

bits of dicks like pricks from a rose

marjorie's memory - frightening ghosts


storms indoors & crashing pin drops

bumbling farmers - trampling crops

sirens sing by boarded up shops

gladys is anger - i'm for the chop


blooming moons as brooks flow upstream

thundering loose slates - blessings maybe

bricks are shat with deafening screams

deirdre's a nightmare - unbound by dreams


owls that howl & pavements in cracks

shuddering serpents - shaky as fact

fucked am i so prone to attack

phyllis' tendrils

drag me right back

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oh, scarecrows

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oh, scarecrows ( 12 lines of amateur scrawl )

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summer's snowmen, winter's patches

either mixes - neither matches

secret blinkers, sea-deep thinkers

staring scary - hairy thatches


pumkin bumpkins, rustic people

sometimes charming - mainly evil

herring red ploys, cheeky decoys

'neath a broad sky - life is peaceful


timeless styling, sleepy shirkers

muddy buggers, crop preservers

silent sentries, time aplenty

bird disturbers - stop the murder

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toast etc.

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toast etc. ( a poem for peas throughout the world … )

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the toast is well

the well is a wish

the wish is bone

the bone is a fish

the fish is gold

the gold is a pot

the pot is luck

a dead lucky shot


the shot is glass

the glass is an eye

the eye is blue

in fact it's the sky

the sky is pie

the pie is a hole

the hole is mouse

it's a mousy mole


the mole is leak

the leak is a spring

the spring's onion

the onion's a ring

the ring is hum

the hum is a drum

so on we march

buh-duh-duh-dum-dum


the dum is smart

the smart is a phone

the phone's a book

to worm's it's a home

the home is haunt

the haunt is a ghost

alive & well

but this poem's toast

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a soft boiled egg

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a soft boiled egg ( some o’ that )

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life's a soft boiled egg when

there's monkeys in our mumbles

love is bubblewrap as

there's jungles in our jumbles

hopes are toothpaste stain then

yet apples in our crumbles

sing of custard dreams so

i s'ppose we mustn't grumble

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going out

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going out ( this poem contains roughly 13% of your r.d.a of shite )

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take your key

in case clay pigeons sing


take your phone

in case the onions ring


take some cash

to barter with the sheep


grab a nap

in case there's time for sleep


don a smile

there may be acid rain


& odd socks

no, never two the same


wear good boots

no, not the naughty pair


cross your toes

then go, out there - take care

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sticky facts

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sticky facts ( 16 lines of rhyme )

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as sure as no means sweat

& dripping bones means wet

as sure as ants aint antelopes

& badgers' home means sett


as sure as yipes means cripes

& overblown needs hype

as sure as fish fear garden gnomes

& tartan bag means pipe


as sure as head means mess

& en passant means chess

as sure as sheet floats with the floe

& what d'you think? means guess


as sure as bees means knees

& big puddles means seas

as sure as sore are blistered toes

those poems grow on trees

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