Art

as laundary dries

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as laundry dries ( a reworking of an older post )

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as clocks tick-tock - as laundry dries

& pigs wallow in filthy sties

i twiddle toes to kill some rhyme

whilst in the mind - a pantomime


as breezes blow - as fingers blame

& cress grows by the window pane

dick whittington has turned again

& mother goose is on the game


as facts are flung - as hats are donned

& fat ladies they sing of swans

alladin lamps the genie one

& cinderella's head has gone


as sheep get lost - as bridges sigh

& fuddled folk they wonder why

a beanstalk bursts towards the sky

as clocks tick-tock - as laundry dries

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scarz ‘n’ tales

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scarz ‘n’ talez ( a poem )

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the brambles ripped off bits of skin

the nettles stang my snow-pale knees

the blackthorn left its wicked mark

the wasps kicked off then came the bees


the pollen rushed right up my nose

above my head - a buzzard soared

then duly shat upon my hat

the sun did blear - my eyes are sore


the ravens crowed a blackish din

& sappy wept the woodland trees

the hemlock rashed - things could be worse

i'm more odd socks than socrates


the goose grass stuck to sweaty clothes

the ants attacked as hornets swarmed

still breathing though - yeah, all's so so

it's summertime - it's war outdoors

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plod-stuff

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plod-stuff ( a true story )

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our elbows glowed where noses shone

us muddled bunch so bumble on

through fields of green in sways of still

there is no breeze today upon


us squelchy sods so yon we plod

with thoughts of warts & peas in pods

as badgers burst & gardens groan

whilst on the road - a toad's skin's shod


our ankles itch - is this a gift?

we look to lunch as pollen drifts

we follow paths & fallow deer

as sieve-like minds they gently sift


when all is spun a tune a is hummed

the back door calls, the walk is done

the annals wait to hear of tales

beneath a montomic sun

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noted

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noted ( some o’ that )

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isthmus shuttlecocks

puddle ducks

christmas socks


citrus speckled logs

paper cuts

chippy chops


aspic pigeon coughs

addled stuff

aftershocks


drastic hoppy scotch

monkey nuts

rabbit hops


listless suckled ox

honey pots

money box


witness muddled lot

lucky shot

ocelot


mastic kitchen pots

tangled knots

fuck the what


bat shit chickenpox

scuttle off

that's shallot

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blue bewail song

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blue bewail song ( squint & it’s a bastard tapestry )

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your hamster's toast, your ghost has flown

your weasel's popped, your lemon's sucked

your badger's burst, your adder's cursed

your band has split, your chicken's clucked


your orchard's dust, your monkey's nuts

your whistle's drowned, your bile is duct

your owl has howled, your vole is hole

your robin's hood, your friar's tucked


your horse is norse, your pasta's past

your art is arse, your car is trucked

your wings have flapped, your ring has shat

your peas are mush, your strings are plucked


your cousin's fine, your well is dry

your goose is moose, your quack has ducked

your heaven's bread, your slugs have fled

it's just your luck - ha ha - you're fucked

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