keep britain tidy

keep britain tidy ( a little poem that doesn’t want to be good )

…




tip waiters not flys

don't be a shitter

keep britain tidy

pick up your litter


or you're a wrong'un

asking to be fined

if the urge persists

write some shite online

( x )

...

soap deaths

soap deaths ( some fret thee not poetry )

…




there is no death upon the soaps

oft drama - yes but fatal? nope

you'll see them soon - there's so & so

all pantomimed - panto? oh no


or else they'll switch to other soaps

changing ( slightly ) but sad folk know

of these rebirths so on it goes

there is no death

upon the soaps

...

in the year of the pineapple

in the year of the pineapple ( some moderately contemporary dross )

…




the nutter

on the

bus sat

next to

me


then painted

our world

with his

shades of

gob


making too

much sense

i sighed

tired &

peeved


'fore begging

the gods

i want

that man's

job

...

spin back

spin back ( some reverse-truths )

…



us british came up with the term barrow boy

them chinese invented the wheelbarrow

the bronze age - it invented the wheel


these are the facts, folks

that every sod knows

...

i don’t suppose you’ve seen my nose?

i don’t suppose you seen my nose? ( re the picture – spot the lambs )

…




i don't suppose

you've seen my nose?

i took it off

so i could doze

then dreamt awhile

when i arose

shit-fiddlesticks

where are you nose


( ? )


i really need

to sniff a rose

plus sweetly now

the breeze does blow

'can't smell it though

so fields i roam

with sniffer dogs

where are you nose


( ? )


...

are you sitting comfortably?

are you sitting comfortably? ( a query-poem )

…


are you sitting comfortably?

buttocks on a comfy seat?

a stool, sedan or settee?

no bidets or toilets please


that's where words come in - you see?

life is war but you're at ease

life is strife but this is sleep

rest your weary head & feet

...

ring them bells

ring them bells ( a tale )

…




the ones that almost got away

the ones that ran

then changed their names


the ones that lived behind spun yarns

slept in ditches

in camouflage


& hid in barns with bushy beards

until they thought

they's disappeared


well now they're back so ring them bells

those ones were us

we know

ourselves

( ? )

...

gale – the hat thief

gale – the hat thief ( story true ( a ) )

…



yes there blows gale - the hat thief

trying to steal our hats

plus bits of trees

wallets & keys

& unspecified tat


i stuck my favourite hat on

as there upon my head

one splodged a tube

of supered glue

( she stole my mind instead )

...

grandfather was a clock

grandfather was a clock ( a true tale )

…


grandfather was a clock

born of time keeping stock

he died when i was five ( sigh )

we kept his hands & cogs


( plus )


some of his d.n.a

stays with me to this day

come midnight then i chime thrice

each noon i do the same

...

resarf poetry

( ? )

Author: resarfpoetry