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parish councillor song

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i’m a parish councillor
& the birdie song
is my mobile’s ringtone

i’m a parish councillor
i cycle with no helmet
‘cos i play golf with death

i’m a parish councillor
& all these cardigans
were hand knitted by artisans

i’m a parish councillor
& once i had a scooby-doo
& hair like george michael

since is the prince
& cash in brown envelopes
& cloudy amber ales

as i’m a parish councillor
& one of my young granddaughters
looks like jimmy nail

yes, i’m a parish councillor
just helping out my friends
& giving something back

oh, i’m a parish councillor
& charity is me
& hallowed by my name

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neath long raincoats

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baggy trousers
not the spanners

of the normalz
in their tight jeans

in a cloudburst
out the other

while we stroll in
looser garments

gargle forth with
wonky songbooks

yet red herrings
they pretend we’re

disappearing
in their sadness

& codswallop
twice is better

in the attic
of the nutter

soon is later
than last morning

thurisaz then
see yuz later

so begin once
more with onions

they the weeping
us the green fields

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tree time

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we became a tree
with skin as hard as bark
& squirrels upstairs

the woodpeckers peck
the winter storms test us all
with bellowing bursts

of blow yer own horn
but we’re the giants’ hatstands
– owls were here last night –

in the woodland’s bowels
in the here of fade away
waiting for that spring

to reboot like feet
even though we now have roots
in am-dram workshops

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( instead we )

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rewrote the dictionary
with a twist this time

fed the magic magpies
& the cheeky jackdaws

swam with snakes & mermaids
& sucked on a polo mint

found a rhyme for orange
in a medieval dung heap

renamed the rain clouds
after eurovision winners

muddled on by
with very little sleep

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shoezone song

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i’ve just been to shoezone
( formally bacons )
where i bought a new pair
of shoezone shoes

so to go a’ walking
in the fields & woodlands
dawdles down the tree lined
let’s be avenues

my old pair of j.j
.b sports trainers
faded like the last track
sung by a swan

holes in both the soles &
a mouth at the front
exposing hairy toes
where the stitching had gone

so i went to shoezone
( formally bacons )
where i bought a new pair
of shoezone shoes

come with me to shoezone
( formally bacons )
bargains for us, darling
plenty to choose

( from )

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u n s u r p r i s i n g

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u sually green pine trees
umber shades of rust
n umpties on the bbc
nuns in nunneries
s eagulls when the farmer ploughs
socks before each shoe
u mbrella if the rain appears
unicorns with horns
r otten apples & wasps
roses blah thorns
p lastic people on t.v
police dance the conga
r ight on cue like snooker
rotations on this cosmic egg
i cing on a bun
illium is sacked again
s quirrels in the park
sport distracts big kids
i ncase of sun – sunglasses
itches for each scratch
n ormies storm the pop charts
nob’ead narc’ influencers
g loves because the frost
gladder when pastoral

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