please beware

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please beware ( eraweb esaelp )

never eat an apricot
on a wednesday afternoon

especially with a can of pop
& almond macaroon

your crops will fail, the seas shall rise
& drown the clouded skies

the earth will wander – from her path
& crash into the moon

trivial techniques

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trivial techniques ( seuqinhcet laivirt )

the wingspan of a greenfinch
is twenty six cee em

yet october
is the longest month

twelve or more people
constitute a riot

as the pygmy shrew
is britain’s smallest mammal

& thimbles were invented
in the tenth century

the number sixty three
is late by five minutes

eskimos don’t know
who betty swollocks is

gravel’s not a stone
it’s an umbrella term

plus checkerboards
have sixty four squares

yeah, mackerel
is anagram of elk cream

but beethoven died
in eighteen twenty seven

so proxima centauri
is closer than we thought

treewheeling

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treewheeling ( gnileehweert )

one plus two is tree
as tree’s the magic number
tree is company

further, tree’s a crowd
the best things in life are tree
tree strikes & you’re out

tree the evening stars
be footloose & fancy tree
drinking cups of tree

as tree as a bird
play tree dimensional chess
eating a tree lunch

tree the light of day
i’ll tree you in the next life
singing tree blind mice

get away scot-tree
& tree the wood for the trees
tree, myself & i

under cuckoo clocks in flight

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under cuckoo clocks in flight ( thgilf ni skcolc ookcuc rednu )

little disc shaped eggs
in the hayloft of the barn
when the shootings stop

soon the hatchlings coo
parents spinning back & forth
frequent, these mealtimes

feed ’em earthworms
pellets from an air rifle
small balls of play-doh

marzipan & chips
twitch ’em with binoculars
r.s.p.b this

in an anorak
or a shower proof cagoule
spring is sprung abound

what a vernal sight
under cuckoo clocks in flight
clay pigeons nesting

as the buzzards hum

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as the buzzards hum ( muh sdrazzub eht sa )

fog beyond the frost
floating in the frozen so
toes ‘n’ fingers crossed

spin the greening leas
uppercut ‘n’ chin the hills
with a creeping breeze

wellingtons in time
’til the moon is afternoon
with a weathered rhyme

striding like a list
feather quill a better still
sun behind the mist

ticking closer – come
rocking chair a boxing hare
as the buzzards hum

’til the teasels stir
& a springing lamb is sprang
as the catkins purr