Art

( when outnumbered )

 

there's an otter in me kitchen

sploshing in the sink

whilst i try to write a poem

concentration's on the blink


there's a lion in me living room

asleep on the settee

i want to watch the wright stuff

but i best leave it be


there's a camel in me bathroom

a camel? - oh my gosh

several shrews on the stairs

in the bog; an arctic fox


& there's a gnu in me bedroom

so what else can i do?

seeing as this house belongs to them now

i'll be the first ever man

to escape from the zoo

...

 

mr norris changes brains

 


this poem thinks david icke is secret-chief-lizard

this poem skips in blizzards

like a jaunty winter wizard


this poem sniffs big marker pens & glue

this poem wears cagoules

'cause this poem's cool


this poem has blisters on both of its heels

beneath odd-socked feet

odd socks appeal

 ( ? )


oh & this poem knows that the world will end

when the u-bend industry

 goes round the bend - yeh, then

- is this a poem

( ? )




( please )

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