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grim again ( some weather-verse )
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it's grim again
grey clouds & rain
the river's full
as are the drains
it's far from warm
most hide indoors
shit's relentless
this deluge pours
yet on time goes
as cruel winds blow
when will it end?
nobody knows
i hope it stays
fuck part-time rays
the sun's a ****
i love these days
( x )
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( in person ) ( some stuff of poem )
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i wrote you a letter on the back of my hand ( the back of my hand ) ( the back of my hand ) i delivered it in person as i'd ran out of stamps ( i'd ran out of stamps ) ( i'd ran out of stamps ) yet i still used your postcode & your current address ( your current address ) ( your current address ) but the rain fell on the way leaving just a smudgy mess ( just a smudgy mess ) ( just a smudgy mess ) ...
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b-sides & bees beside the sea
( loosely inspire-based on an old music-hall banger tune)
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oh i do like to listen to a b-side no i don't like to be stung by a bee oh i hate it when bees chase me down the prom prom prom where the brass band plays tiddley-om-pom-pom ( leave me alone ) ...
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keep britain tidy ( a little poem that doesn’t want to be good )
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tip waiters not flys don't be a shitter keep britain tidy pick up your litter or you're a wrong'un asking to be fined if the urge persists write some shite online ( x ) ...
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soap deaths ( some fret thee not poetry )
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there is no death upon the soaps oft drama - yes but fatal? nope you'll see them soon - there's so & so all pantomimed - panto? oh no or else they'll switch to other soaps changing ( slightly ) but sad folk know of these rebirths so on it goes there is no death upon the soaps ...
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in the year of the pineapple ( some moderately contemporary dross )
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the nutter
on the
bus sat
next to
me
then painted
our world
with his
shades of
gob
making too
much sense
i sighed
tired &
peeved
'fore begging
the gods
i want
that man's
job
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spin back ( some reverse-truths )
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us british came up with the term barrow boy them chinese invented the wheelbarrow the bronze age - it invented the wheel these are the facts, folks that every sod knows ...
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i don’t suppose you seen my nose? ( re the picture – spot the lambs )
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i don't suppose
you've seen my nose?
i took it off
so i could doze
then dreamt awhile
when i arose
shit-fiddlesticks
where are you nose
( ? )
i really need
to sniff a rose
plus sweetly now
the breeze does blow
'can't smell it though
so fields i roam
with sniffer dogs
where are you nose
( ? )
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ring them bells ( a tale )
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the ones that almost got away
the ones that ran
then changed their names
the ones that lived behind spun yarns
slept in ditches
in camouflage
& hid in barns with bushy beards
until they thought
they's disappeared
well now they're back so ring them bells
those ones were us
we know
ourselves
( ? )
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gale – the hat thief ( story true ( a ) )
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yes there blows gale - the hat thief trying to steal our hats plus bits of trees wallets & keys & unspecified tat i stuck my favourite hat on as there upon my head one splodged a tube of supered glue ( she stole my mind instead ) ...
resarf poetry 