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village weekend ( a little bit of truth but not too much, erm … )
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on the pavement walk many strangers many more now than before as drunk pubs sing the songs of wankers words are turds & time's a whore ...
Author: resarfpoetry
keep britain tidy
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keep britain tidy ( a little poem that doesn’t want to be good )
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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
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soap deaths ( some fret thee not poetry )
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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
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in the year of the pineapple ( some moderately contemporary dross )
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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
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spin back
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spin back ( some reverse-truths )
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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?
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i don’t suppose you seen my nose? ( re the picture – spot the lambs )
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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
( ? )
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are you sitting comfortably?
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are you sitting comfortably? ( a query-poem )
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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
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ring them bells ( a tale )
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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
( ? )
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gale – the hat thief
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gale – the hat thief ( story true ( a ) )
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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
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grandfather was a clock ( a true tale )
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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 ...
