Art

oooooh là là

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oooooh là là

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do they eat their chips
with frog’s legs
– not fish?

do they wear a beret?

& bicycle
in stripy jumpers?

are their boulangeries
on their high street?

perhaps a chemise
– tabac or piscine?

are their homes
lit by chandeliers?

do they refer
to their anus
as a tooosh

not in the doldrums
of derbyshire

but over the border
in ashby-de-la-zouch

( ? )

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veg out

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veg out ( tuo gev )

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goodbye broccoli

goodnight carrots

laters potatoes

adieu sweetcorn

spinach – in a bit

( y’ tit )

& so to bed, beans

hasta la vista – leeks

see you anon, swede

nice one turnips

peace out – peas

au revoir parsnips

fuck off sprouts

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humphh

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humphh ( hhpmuh )

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righting a song

in the wronging of along

hymns in the head

with y’ leaden legs of dread

trot like a fox

or a monkey with the pox

paws at the lights

as the even’ breeze – she bites

stop ’til it’s green

& the now’s a bouncing bean

gurn at the bend

with a poem what y’ penned

burning a page

in the book of endless beige

down in the frown

of a pickled onion town

then with a pen

& a rubber duck or hen

squawk in a line

or the local swine will fine

wait in the queue

but the queue won’t wait for you

dressed for the rain

but the rain – he never came

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goss dross toss

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goss dross toss ( ssot ssord ssog )

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have you heard the latest?
the poet down the road

is worshipping a hedgehog god
as per so & so

he of touching trees
muddy trouser swagger

fodder of the bots
phantom of the hunters

the spanner in a raincoat
the scaper”s goat – g.o.a.t

is picking rowan berries – there
& talking to a toadstool

where the air is sylphid
& singing songs within

instead of talking to
the likes of i & you

we, the weaseled tropes
with ghosts in our software

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