Poem

parish councillor song

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i’m a parish councillor
& the birdie song
is my mobile’s ringtone

i’m a parish councillor
i cycle with no helmet
‘cos i play golf with death

i’m a parish councillor
& all these cardigans
were hand knitted by artisans

i’m a parish councillor
& once i had a scooby-doo
& hair like george michael

since is the prince
& cash in brown envelopes
& cloudy amber ales

as i’m a parish councillor
& one of my young granddaughters
looks like jimmy nail

yes, i’m a parish councillor
just helping out my friends
& giving something back

oh, i’m a parish councillor
& charity is me
& hallowed by my name

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tree time

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we became a tree
with skin as hard as bark
& squirrels upstairs

the woodpeckers peck
the winter storms test us all
with bellowing bursts

of blow yer own horn
but we’re the giants’ hatstands
– owls were here last night –

in the woodland’s bowels
in the here of fade away
waiting for that spring

to reboot like feet
even though we now have roots
in am-dram workshops

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u n s u r p r i s i n g

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u sually green pine trees
umber shades of rust
n umpties on the bbc
nuns in nunneries
s eagulls when the farmer ploughs
socks before each shoe
u mbrella if the rain appears
unicorns with horns
r otten apples & wasps
roses blah thorns
p lastic people on t.v
police dance the conga
r ight on cue like snooker
rotations on this cosmic egg
i cing on a bun
illium is sacked again
s quirrels in the park
sport distracts big kids
i ncase of sun – sunglasses
itches for each scratch
n ormies storm the pop charts
nob’ead narc’ influencers
g loves because the frost
gladder when pastoral

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the famished folk

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a chicken that quacks
like a mallard up river

& a five pound discount voucher
for those already ripped off

no more limescale
slightly less wars

a christmas in spring
& easter on halloween

a.i jesus archetypes
curing bots ‘n’ what not’s

twenty more genders
& a duck that clucks

is all the big mob
with the big gob wish

so give the hungry crowd
what the famished folk want

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although – the acrostic

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a nswers arrived on postcards
apples fell on you
l etters never sent still came
line dancers went full circle
t he garden centre flourished
toadstools croaked
h illtop views subdued us all
harold burnt the hot cross buns
o pen sandwiches saved the day
offa renamed his p.c ditch
u kelelists struck a chord
unicyclists graduated
g olden pheasants shone
gnomes scratched noses
h ippos fled the mud bath
hellcats went to heaven

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