dog this

~

dog this ( siht god )

dogwood tree
beg for a biscuit

doggerel verse smith
pee up a lamp post

dog eared scribbles
– go to your bed

doghouse builder
growling at the postman

dogfish mongers
chasing squirrels in the park

dog days of summer
come here & sit

salty sea dog
jump for your ball

dog star rising
fetch me my slippers

bravo …

~

bravo … ( … ovarb )

& the last poet
on that night
had nits

as the bright lights flickered
& the microphone cracked

& the last poet
on that night
had nits

when the full moon bloomed
then a dead duck quacked

& the last poet
on that night
had nits

ruffles on their scalp
where the parasites attacked

& the last poet
on that night
had nits

scratching along
with the head lice act

onion poem

~

onion poem ( meop noino )

bulbous provider
pickled or spring
layers of flavour
lord of the ring

rounded ‘n’ grounded
king of the loop
spanish if massive
french if a soup

master of salads
grow in a row
courter of cheeses
veg’ in the know

rhymer of bunion
guzzle ’em down
reddish in places
greener or brown

soul of a coleslaw
dice her ‘n’ fry
smile when it’s raining
drops from the eye

pungent companion
over the years
savoury’s saviour
bringer of tears

( author notes )

& the last poet on had nits

( they were the headlice act )

how to cure constipation

~

how to cure constipation ( noitapitsnoc eruc ot woh )

drink a glass of water

ride on a log flume

under blooming moons

eat a tin of prunes

or snooker balls

especially the greens

nestle on your throne

singing god save the queen

pogo in loose clothing

over sleeping policeman

play peekaboo

with yourself – in the mirror

spot the horse manure

& see bluebottles dine

or just write a poem

& dump the deed online

( author notes )

for those that don’t know
a sleeping policeman
is actually a speed bump
& not a copper
having a nap on the road
– it’s just a silly name

p.s

constipation is an anagram

of titanic spoon

if you don’t write …

~

if you don’t write … ( … etirw t’nod uoy fi )

the birds will go on strike
& picket line the springtide

dawn will lose her chorus
( subtitles unavailable )

as the normalzzz soar
in a bland of opportunity

you, a one of we
the weird beyond the blear

will smoulder as the smoke
on the sixth of november

disappear like keys
or a conjuror’s rabbit

up the back passage
of aimless anus lane

feasting on the bugs
in a philanthropist’s bluetopia

the pens will run dry
like a cursed herd

the spoken word commando’s
of tiktok will rise

like the ghost of mordred
from the lurking shadows

so the sun will shine shades
of shite – not gravy

the truth about train conductors

~

the truth about train conductors ( srotcudnoc niart tuoba hturt eht )

they’re always born
on a wednesday teatime

delayed because the trees
went on strike

so there were no leaves
to use as an excuse

on the lines between the stations
& other destinations

as gremlins nicked the sleepers
senior management ate quail

& another swan dies
on the duck pond of despondency

poetry’s a spanner

~

poetry’s a spanner ( rennaps a s’yrteop )

sing a song of sinking sand
inking with a hidden hand
dwindle in a mirror land
spot y’ doppelgänger

pissing on the garden lawn
of a twisted misted morn
as the farting farmers yawn
gargle martian grammar

see beyond the jibber’s swan
jabbering the bland of yon
grab the dunce’s hat ‘n’ don
stuttering a stammer

runcible’s the silver spoon
nincompoop the afternoon
we, the piffle’s children loon
waving not a banner

picking pickled prosody
paper plane this odyssey
every sock’s an oddity
when the ham’s a hammer

am’ the dram’ of river flows
quiver then the feather blows
scribble on with broken toes
poetry’s a spanner