contemporary poetry

enter the bellend

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d is for dunces
donuts & dipsticks

open the green door
let the spring sing

grin like a cheshire
cheesemonger’s moggy

only on the inside
under uncle cumulus

miles of piles above
dim mid-derbyshire

wit’s about turn
is marching further normalz

leaving us pillocks
speaking lamb’s lettuces

enter the bellend
the gone one in we

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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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