Poems

noodles ooze from our noddles

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noodles ooze from our noddles ( a contemporary )

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insects, sticks, twigs & twaddle

dead leaves crunch - on we toddle

what the duck? so we waddle

who are we?

pigeons squabble


holograms, hobs in hovels

faerie folk read our novels

puppets pull at our toggles

noodles ooze

from our noddles


peaking troughs, tops & topples

whooping coughs, bellends nobble

thorax this - bears in goggles

on the ales

on them cobbles


bugger all always boggles

landy ahoy! in a bottle

dutch mills spin, belgians waffle

try it too

it's a doddle

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dearest jenny lind,

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dearest jenny lind,  (  s o m e  b o l l o c k s  )

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dearest jenny lind,

i'm in your fan-fanfanclub

though folk say you sang


like a nightingale but

i prefer them nightjars

barn owls & your fans


dearest jenny lind,

often things get sticky

all is saunad through


too hot then for abba

minecraft or ikea

then come wafts

 of you

( x )

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you have my harp

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you have my harp  (  a  ?  )

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as day turns dark, birds merge with bats

as twilight flaps its blackish wings

you have my harp - i want it back

don't fiddle with

my well-strung strings


as great moons loom in vague blue skies

loose change is but my total wealth

i am not rich, no spoils have i

you have my harp

go pluck yourself

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