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( she tried ) by 8 lines of fuck it, oh wells …
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mother used to tell me
never pen a poem
all poems are wicked
they're bad for our health
tie up your shoelaces
& don't talk to strange men
i am now a strange man
i talk to myself
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( she tried ) by 8 lines of fuck it, oh wells …
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mother used to tell me
never pen a poem
all poems are wicked
they're bad for our health
tie up your shoelaces
& don't talk to strange men
i am now a strange man
i talk to myself
...
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bits of this poem ( some brief list-truths )
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bits of this poem
have been scribble-scrawled before
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skiving in a cable car
during the war,
hiding from a poltergeist
halfway up mam tor,
dreaming in an airing cupboard
breathing through a straw
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it never goes anywhere
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what the fog … ? ( a foggy poem-read )
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the views have vanished here today here has no distance just this grey i saw the flying dutchman sail in silhouette form down yon vale along yon river with this chill surrounded by a lack of hills oh has my mind as focus gone? oh what the fog is going on? ...
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opening other people’s post ( by 64 syllable read )
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opening other people's post
the old tenants - the many ghosts
that have since fled - some new address
such strange names on those envelopes
there may be gifts - a ten pound note
from uncle fuss & auntie dote
or a death threat ( you're effing next )
so far just shit
we live in hope
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do you like puns? ( 16 lines of read )
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do you like puns? coz we like puns they're punderful pun in the sun pun of a gun oh honeypun awl of our daze it's pun pun pun the pun don't stop each special pun is one pun in a millipun plus oar-full puns are moist welcome all dead puns go to pun heavpun ...
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invisible cats ( some poetrys for a frosty eve )
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those poems hide
where eyes can't see
invisible
cats stuck up trees
there teetering
on branches tall
but fingers crossed
we'll catch them all
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sticky bud stuff ( by bud ing )
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on branches yon there are the buds touch 'em - go on they're sticky stuff those budding buds yes fun for hours aspirations ( budding flowers ) ...
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metaphor sale ( a special offer-poemz )
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metaphors metaphors come on get your metaphors on now sale metaphors buy three & get twenty four metaphors metaphors come on get your metaphors make 'em yours things transform fun galore metaphors ...
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an apple … ( a short poemz of )
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an apple a day
keeps the doctor away
a painting a day
helps the artist portray
a beret a day
keeps our chic heads français
jarlsberg everyday
keeps our cheeses norway
a tutu a day
keeps our dances ballet
garlic everyday
keeps those vampires at bay
a game everyday
means the sought hideaway
( but )
a poem a day
keeps this odd-shit in-play
( sorry )
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people who don’t swear ( the following poem is a bit rude )
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people who don't swear it's 'effin' that & flippin' this it's flamin' norma fare they're blummin' bleepin' funkin' ships ( pardon my language ) ...