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our great fire
who art from pudding lane
hallowed be thy flame
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contemporary poetry
( a quick look at the headlines )
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maverick limerick writer
adds an extra sixth line
penner of great epics
only wrote a paragraph
nonsense verse disperser bought
a gravy train ticket
haiku enthusiast
could explode, say experts
the clout what writes those couplets
learnt to count to three
love sonnet composer
still quilling on the loose
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the shoe world order
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lacing up my tongue
the world is run by cobblers
& they’ve got no sole
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you never ate the world
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you never ate the world
you barely ate a clod
sod all really, deary
but oh – you bloody moan
woe is me with bells on
cripes – end this tripe & write
a song beyond cliché
we all know feathers are light
& repetition can help
& repetition can help
but can be a distraction
but can be a distraction
so come on ducky, don’t suck
yesterday’s sour milkshake
your carton’s empty now
soon all your friends will purr
please see beyond your arse cheeks
et cetera beckons
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fog frog
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irk in cathode
catkin overload
cloven hoofed yoof
old mango skin
syntax wheelie bin
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suggested article titles
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the top ten city breaks on mars
eight great walks on jupiter
my custard cream hell
why we need to reinvent the thimble
five more poets – to ignore this autumn
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relatively speaking
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i’m your long lost cousin’s
twice removed step-sister’s
godson’s uncle’s
mother in law’s lovechild’s
least favourite poet
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midsummer’s autumn moment
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the bracken bracing east
because the baker burnt so
a curtain in your twitches
face the kitchen window
& blow me a kismet
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refreshments
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gasp between pauses
see the steamy kettle mist
poems in the pipeline
when the welkin opens up
pour another mug’s worth
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lines re the laughter in the woods
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horned like the morning
striding on crunches
cornflake flooring
feet twig beneath
us two fools
in matching green cagoules
seeking a glimpse
of the nymphs or sasquatch
once grey rooftops
gave way to cloaked oak
there where the elfin
cracks us up like popcorn
robin hood’s hood
the lord of misrule’s old skool
in this cosmic copse
in his leafen universe
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resarf poetry 