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another limerick ( a ? )
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the gibbons blew ribbons of rust as tuesday was carrots & dust the otters were green the ants were machines when phonecians jiggled their nuts ...
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another limerick ( a ? )
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the gibbons blew ribbons of rust as tuesday was carrots & dust the otters were green the ants were machines when phonecians jiggled their nuts ...
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everything is scunthorpe ( a ? )
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everything is scunthorpe - oh, even poetry? poetry especially always quintessentially - how do you know this? angels came & sang to me in my earwig sanctuary very briefly thankfully ( - fair enough ) ...
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bat flaps & hip flasks ( a ? )
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bat flaps & hip flasks myrmidons make marmalade every pebble counts ...
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cutlery ( a poem )
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all my knife i've been a spoon i've stirred sweet tea & supped hot soup i've seen great mains & puddings too so who the fork are you ? ...
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hobby-cow ( because 586.3 is 89.7 too )
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then came that herd in bastard gusts of berserk rush they stood no chance their deaths were heard six miles away on pancake day collecting stamps ...
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oh, scarecrows ( 12 lines of amateur scrawl )
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summer's snowmen, winter's patches either mixes - neither matches secret blinkers, sea-deep thinkers staring scary - hairy thatches pumkin bumpkins, rustic people sometimes charming - mainly evil herring red ploys, cheeky decoys 'neath a broad sky - life is peaceful timeless styling, sleepy shirkers muddy buggers, crop preservers silent sentries, time aplenty bird disturbers - stop the murder ...
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toast etc. ( a poem for peas throughout the world … )
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the toast is well the well is a wish the wish is bone the bone is a fish the fish is gold the gold is a pot the pot is luck a dead lucky shot the shot is glass the glass is an eye the eye is blue in fact it's the sky the sky is pie the pie is a hole the hole is mouse it's a mousy mole the mole is leak the leak is a spring the spring's onion the onion's a ring the ring is hum the hum is a drum so on we march buh-duh-duh-dum-dum the dum is smart the smart is a phone the phone's a book to worm's it's a home the home is haunt the haunt is a ghost alive & well but this poem's toast ...
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frantic anoraks ( another brisk trundle of ~ )
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frantic anoraks barn owls howl in outer space alfred burnt the cakes ...
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 ...