blue bewail song

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blue bewail song ( squint & it’s a bastard tapestry )




your hamster's toast, your ghost has flown

your weasel's popped, your lemon's sucked

your badger's burst, your adder's cursed

your band has split, your chicken's clucked


your orchard's dust, your monkey's nuts

your whistle's drowned, your bile is duct

your owl has howled, your vole is hole

your robin's hood, your friar's tucked


your horse is norse, your pasta's past

your art is arse, your car is trucked

your wings have flapped, your ring has shat

your peas are mush, your strings are plucked


your cousin's fine, your well is dry

your goose is moose, your quack has ducked

your heaven's bread, your slugs have fled

it's just your luck - ha ha - you're fucked

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bee a buzz

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bee a buzz  ( another poem for sunday etc. )




bee a buzz & beat a drum

waft a wasp & whale a song

like a pike get on your bike

mime in hum & on we swan


scale the snake then lime the scum

snail a trail & fox the den

mouse your holes & post your goals

moon the sun then cluck the hen


mam in tor then glib the glum

clean in sweeps to wake to the boar

gap that mind then round the wind

stone all plums & snort the spores


clap a hand & thunder thumbs

spew in shrew - you feel a tit

hide those crows right up your nose

spin in spun - crack on with it

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don’t shout at cows

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don’t shout at cows ( some piffle )


the toast has flown

the hittites have fled

when wednesday fell

so thursday's brown bread

then friday came

& torched down the shed

so marmalade

is clutching at shreds


the gatling's jammed

the milkman is dead

the eggs are vile

& scrambled our heads

it's all my fault

the jenny wren said

don't shout at cows

shout at me instead

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