Poetry

the dog in me

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the dog in me ( some poem )

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the dog in me

barks up wrong trees

in wrong spinneys

isosceles


or woods - maybe

dogs don't eat cheese

in wrong spinneys

i'm not maltese


knobbly knees

the dog in me

barks up wrong trees

perchance a sneeze


no dogs don't ski

in wrong spinneys

please stroke me please

i am flea-free

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jammy dodgers

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dodged ( a semi-autobiographical piece offering )

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we've dodged bullets from farmer's guns

geddoff moy lanndd ( quick - leg it - run )


we've dodged the rain that soaks the ground

& dodgy men that own fairgrounds


we've dodged loose slates that weigh a ton

- those webs those giant spiders spun -


we've dodged the wrath of scared cows

but we've been jammy

up 'til now

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new wellington boots

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new wellington boots ( a poem fit for a duke in a duffel coat )

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hark - the fields are alive

many squelches below

heavy rain's sodden toll

as folk go to & fro


yes them ducks have done well

chocolate caked is the land

there is mud upon mud

but it stops not my plans


as i stride without pride

lest i slip & then fall

'stead a spring in my steps

like the bouncing of balls


as that sun-thing comes out

then shines on yon green shoots

my feet keep bone-dry in

- new wellington boots -

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solvent-free muse

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solvent-free muse ( a true tale in that verse )

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oh my muse - solvent-free

no you cannot fool me

so i still sniff your glues

undeceiving are you


with your false claims i find

as it's all in the mind

so once more i relent

my soul longs for your scent

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a bunch o’ ditch’eads …

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( a bunch o’ ditch’eads by 16 lines of poetry read )

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scratching the ditch

which ditch is which?

live in the ditch

folk of the ditch


jump in the ditch

live in the ditch

itch in the ditch

fields beyond this


folk of the ditch

parsnips & twitch

tension mid-pitch

itch in the ditch


scratching the ditch

which ditch is which?

witchcraft is this

takin' the piss

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