a mate on a hill friends in high places a proper old mucker no airs & graces the higher the better top that if you can (clouds don't count or the abominable snowman) ...
Poetry
imaginary pen pals
imaginary pen pals made-up names & addresses the sillier the better yeah - keep royal mail guessing imaginary pen pals yes now the hours fly-by the slightly worrying thing though is occasionally they reply (?) ...
you invented corduroy
you invented corduroy but you've yet to invent it the time travel comes first patience fate wait ...
who’s the ‘ing daddy?
the milkman with a wooden leg still hobbled through his rounds the milkman with a wooden leg dint let said leg get him down the milkman with a wooden leg still did what milkmen do so after 9 months or so of starting his job most local newborn babies had a wooden leg too ...
the man with no nostrils
the man with no nostrils still had a nose 'til one day a big sneeze where does it go? the man with with no nostrils still had a nose 'til one day a big sneeze his head explodes ...
may day – beltane
emergency a blank page trade unions bank holiday a bonfire & phallic poles white rabbits the fangled old cider time a scrumpyed head there's snooker on yes april's dead a sunny start then came the rain may day - beltane ...
fun-fear (fun)
roll roll in buttercups without a care rub nud in the yellow stuff that's why it's there then forget the above fun the what & the where then look in the mirror - jaundice-scare ...
the sixties
if you don't recall the sixties then you probably won't born yet but they say if you remember them you weren't really there so you must've been there & it must've been shit-ape a decade of mind-wipe a decade of YEAH ...
shift-shush with sympathy
keep the noise down please where y' can do - alright? as my next-door neighbour that side works nights as a taxi driver he's been doin' it for ages so i guarantee he's been to many many dark places ... (author nodes ... alright is a word in itself, so stop putting that wonky red worm underneath - bloody wormpress ... )
secret potters
secret potters pottery on the sly they come home - hands tired stinkin' of clay in the sordid depths of night yes secret potters pottery unawares the other-half worries why they're not there if only it were as simple as another affair ...
resarf poetry 