mid-cucumber season is mayhem although we're askin' for madness when cucumbers grow the limbo within in beyond rhyme or reason the green heart of khaos mid-cucumber season ( the end ) ... ( author gnomes; 'didn't have any cucumber picz so there's a lovely tree instead cheers-ta )
Poem
a true farmer figure
then when i was younger roughly by the age of 3 old macdonald was a true farmer figure to me he taught me all the farming things a child should ever know with an e-i e-i e-i o ...
always breakfast
yes of course there's always breakfast the meal with time on its hands a pot of darjeeling - look, a spider on the ceiling endlessly appealing buttered toast with raspberry jam the other meals i find pretentious i've never ever rated the rest lunch is a funny bunch - supper's for apostles so god bless breakfast coz you're the f*ckin' best ...
painful is
well painful is an agony aunt unable to see where her bare feet should go regarding the brick wall due to the blindfold plus it was night time stubbing her toe - ouch ...
in regards to the sun
often i stop & wonder in regards to the sun not the tabloid press lot no - not mister murdoch's scum but the actual sun yes that blurry cancer gun which some folk worship yet albino owls shun ( like ) what's its favourite cheese? does it like its tea quite strong? does it rise in the east or are the compasses all wrong? has it ever got its hat on or is that just a song? is it hollow or a hologram? these queries just keep on ...
grow your own poems
grow your own poems it's the future that's the dream gently plant then piss upon some magic poem beans they'll shoot up like a stalky-thing then up y' poems climb 'til you reach this cloudy giant place the land of pantomime ( the end ) ...
( that was fast )
i awoke in mid-april at 8 in the morning already it's springtime a year in a day come 9 it was may then come 3 o'clock august september tea time midnight - hogmanay ...
the cauliflower people ( ! )
eeh the cauliflower people well the florety folk yes they're definitely real no it's sadly not a joke 'cause fairly bland vegetable plus some science when it's evil plus the darkest of dark magic = cauliflower people don't talk to them ...
the great word search 2016
when lost for words when none are there a vacant mouth a tongue that's bare then scour the earth then go in search then climb a tree a silver birch then dredge canals then swim them seas all 6 & 1 where can they be? from pole t' t'other a fruitless ordeal but after all that well, how do you feel ( ? ) ...
with these words
with these words
we say hello
alright? how's shite?
mind how you go
yes happy whitsun
how's your head?
i love you cousin
please drop dead
c'est fantastique
geddoff my land ( ! )
a dash of milk
look - swollen glands
hip hip hooray
what time's the train?
a lovely evening
will it stain?
yes with these words
we say our piece
you've lost the plot
i've lost my sheep
nice mittens
ten pound - on the nose
are faeries real?
where are my clothes?
is tuesday soon?
is thursday far?
good morning curate
let's steal a car
thanks for the eggs
& so much more
with these words of mine
with these words of yours
( x )
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