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fergus in the ferns
frolics with francesca
furtively fumbles
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fergus in the ferns
frolics with francesca
furtively fumbles
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scribbled sequentially
in a rusty cable car
halfway in between
the valley & the mountain
apart from verse six
which was borrowed from a dream
that your country cousin had
about your uncle’s chin
& verses one to five
which a gibbon improvised
on a dirty qwerty keyboard
from the centuries turn
then verse seven was flinched
verbatim from the back
of a pack of pork scratchings
in nineteen ninety two
then the rest just appeared
on the back doorstep
one frostless morrow
with love from trad-anon
so none at all hails
from my hinterland’s shores
but the english pigeons flinched
the phoenician alphabet
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as a roundhead infantryman
hamming in the ranks
of the civil war department
in the sealed knot society
– i can relate
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mozart went to mow
went to mow a meadow
on the moon
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as a nobel prize
winning cryogenicist
– i expected more
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glue a sinking boater
with droopy dead daffodils
& tulips as well
then hyacinth too
so red, green & blue
with yellowing edges
wrapped in blooming blackthorn
a crown from those hedgerows
fit for an archetype
goosegrass from the garden
( which grows sooner each year )
a smear of rabbit shit
a spring lamb’s tail
& their afterbirth as well
a handful of raincloud
a whiff of fallow musk
a purring willow’s catkin
& a shiny splodge of frogspawn
plus a creme egg wedged
in a rubber chicken’s arse
stuck atop the lot
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phil collins owns
the world’s largest collection
of pencil sharpeners
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the original drummer
in roxy music was
the ghost of isaac newton
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actually the fifth
beatle was in fact –
peter andre
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our great fire
who art from pudding lane
hallowed be thy flame
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