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g.o.a.t berry ( yrreb t.a.o.g )
…
shining on the vine
hangs old king alfred the grape
– grapest of all time
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g.o.a.t berry ( yrreb t.a.o.g )
…
shining on the vine
hangs old king alfred the grape
– grapest of all time
…
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goss dross toss ( ssot ssord ssog )
…
have you heard the latest?
the poet down the road
is worshipping a hedgehog god
as per so & so
he of touching trees
muddy trouser swagger
fodder of the bots
phantom of the hunters
the spanner in a raincoat
the scaper”s goat – g.o.a.t
is picking rowan berries – there
& talking to a toadstool
where the air is sylphid
& singing songs within
instead of talking to
the likes of i & you
we, the weaseled tropes
with ghosts in our software
…
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september salad ( dalas rebmetpes )
…
river mist beginnings
big cheese chancellery
knights in black tights
creeping like stalactites
samosa sunshine
kids back in prison
sweetcorn vortex
harvest mouse house guests
hosepipe dreams
apple crumble crunch time
seven plus two
is a pebble in your shoe
in gourd we trust
as the flocks roam
cobweb lottery
swallows go home
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catty ( yttac )
…
nap like a catfish
purr like a catterpillar
catkins on a branch
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merry old … ( … dlo yrrem )
…
e xeter
n ewcastle
g loucester
l ondon
a tlantis
n arnia
d erby
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the hosepipe gestapo ( opatseg epipesoh eht )
…
ten fucking years here
in this prison /
re-eductation camp
for watering geraniums
in the death of day
with a stocking on me noggin
as the black bats flapped
& the full moon waned
curtain twitchers stirred
aroused by sprinkled sounds
probably retired
bloody covid wardens
them with nought within
& decking on their back lawn
where grass gleamed
faded since like england’s
coddled hills & farmland
so come dawn
a banged down door
& the hosepipe gestapo
whacked us in the van
sentenced without trial
silly bollocks really
so we have to smile
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david lloyd george ( egroeg dyoll divad )
…
galvanised kneecaps
intergalactic panpipes
pea soup boomerangs
…
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a wondrous thing ( gniht suordnow a )
…
a wondrous thing, a sight – behold
a shining gleam, a sheen of gold
the bollocks of the toppest dog
in digital or analogue
the ice is dry – the lighting low
the cast is crashing lightning so
a wondrous thing, a singing sage
& not available in beige
it does the bins & washing up
& filleth doth the spilleth cup
it never rusts & dusts the shelves
the feathers preen & clean themselves
the words within are sentinels
& oh, the several tentacles
a pillared post, a frozen star
a book, a bat, the god’s guitar
a magic door that sobers drunks
& cue the sound of chanting monks
the monkey shapes of space & time
a panacea’s pantomime
from skin & bone to bloated whale
the king will bow & all must hail
the best of all, your number one
a wondrous thing – now where’s it gone?
…
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songs of the summer ( so far ) ( ( raf os ) remmus eht fo sgnos )
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diabetic midwife – scotch egg hatchling
hyperspace clive – mushy pea beats
dyslexic dental assistants – love on the m42
susan’s shoe – ( acapela instrumental )
ketchup kenneth – the ombudsman’s missus
vacant anus – marmite massacre
the parsnip farmers – piss off & diary
gavin in a milkfloat – the goat nextdoor
narnia f.c – the prog days of summer
d.j ball sack – technicolour dream scroat
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