a soft boiled egg ( some o’ that )
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life's a soft boiled egg when there's monkeys in our mumbles love is bubblewrap as there's jungles in our jumbles hopes are toothpaste stain then yet apples in our crumbles sing of custard dreams so i s'ppose we mustn't grumble ...
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baffled bullfinches ( ? )
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baffled bullfinches existential marzipan erotic bus stops ...
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going out ( this poem contains roughly 13% of your r.d.a of shite )
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take your key in case clay pigeons sing take your phone in case the onions ring take some cash to barter with the sheep grab a nap in case there's time for sleep don a smile there may be acid rain & odd socks no, never two the same wear good boots no, not the naughty pair cross your toes then go, out there - take care ...
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sticky facts ( 16 lines of rhyme )
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as sure as no means sweat & dripping bones means wet as sure as ants aint antelopes & badgers' home means sett as sure as yipes means cripes & overblown needs hype as sure as fish fear garden gnomes & tartan bag means pipe as sure as head means mess & en passant means chess as sure as sheet floats with the floe & what d'you think? means guess as sure as bees means knees & big puddles means seas as sure as sore are blistered toes those poems grow on trees ...
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photon gargoyle pants ( a shiteku )
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photon gargoyle pants string puppets in pear orchards sneezing babylon ...
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nipples in time ( a poetry for phyllis, babylon, & squits the gerbil )
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nipples in time not ripples but nipples temporal tits like bits of the sniffles dog bless twaddle all turnips & twiddles foghorns in mist & dribbles in drizzle ...
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in absentia ( another vaguely poetical stab in the daft )
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the feral vet, his intense sweats
that manic get
the haunted cow
the magic nurse, her tragic verse
& piggish purse
the singing sow
the dog in clogs - that trot - clip clop
& catty strops
the talking plough
those cheeky apes, our many scrapes
since former japes
where are they now
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( fuck knows )
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squidgy in the middle ( a poem for today )
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squidgy sings the bleary lark
stretchy is this day
timid as dormice is dark
swarms of horsefly neigh
poppy crows the how do cock
mallow caws that crow
as the old & gold sun throbs
so them hay fields glow
yonder swoop the ninja swift
as that bracken booms
as the bloody cuckoo spits
bees hum bumbled tunes
speckled is the tickled brain
thistled now are thorns
blonde may riddled summer reign
from this solstice morn
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wrong’uns ( a poem ( ? ) )
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i feel the building breeze as see i wheat fields sway so i think of rome aflame & a young theresa may vandalising crops ...
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