seasonal greetings

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seasonal greetings (  a  p o e m  )




first comes that spring - the cheeky twat

its rebrands & the same old shat

its bouncing green - that gleaming brat

how do you do

i cock my hat



next summer swells with sweaty days

where nature leads our sense astray

into the glow of ways quite strange

secret handshakes

we ( shush ) exchange



then autumn calls, we briefly hug

as spores burst forth & all that stuff

fleeting - it seems to be enough

yet all must die

so on we trudge



lastly winter, my dear you're here

all the others have disappeared

we whisper waves of withered cheer

'tween precious breaths

then fades the year

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the man of muddled days

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the man of muddled days ( a little tale of true for monday ( ? ) )


on a monday he was born

or he so used to say

with his shoes odd on footholds

the man of muddled days


on a wednesday he then wed

yes then said knot he tied

oh how he could that forget?

'twas christmas & july


his wife was wraithly-vaguely

then came children as ghosts

he design made calendars

them bills it seemed paid those


& then one noon at midnight

a funny-turn felt strange

he died knowing truth of days

they're all just made-man names

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