a brief ode to cobweb season

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a brief ode to cobweb season by monty guzzles


it's cobweb season

the cobwebs are here

it's my highlight of

the spidery year

they're lighter than feathers

they capture our breath

if i were a fly

i'd fear certain death

...

scrambled eggs

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scrambled eggs by your long lost cousin’s orthopedic shoe

how do you like your eggs?

scrambled as the head

or the undecyphered code

with the click i've yet to get

why then the going's lazy

shades of king-sized bed spread

encryption is the key

in the meantime

there's eggs

...

there the pastry folk dwell

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there the pastry folk dwell by so far today just tea & look what happens anyway …


under earth's fragile crust

well there is no hell

but the planet is hollow

there the pastry folk dwell


it's a secret society

/ pastry based race

their bodies skin is choux

shortcrust is their head / face


so ignore modern science

with its gobshite shite lies

coz it's more jules verne

meets some pasties & pies


their capital's flanballah

it's a quiche meets citadel

it's breath taking in springtime

there the pastry folk dwell

...

have a little smile & your face smiles too

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have a little smile & your face smiles too by bartholomew thud


some bugger put a rusty nail 

in my shoe


the man sat beside me on the tram

whiffs of pooh


but worse things happen on the soaps

so what can you do


( ? )


just have a little smile

& your face smiles too

...

upon consuming parsnips before the first frost

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upon consuming parsnips before the first frost by wendy coping mechanism



upon consuming parsnips

before the first frost

i realised the folly of my ways

& now all hope is lost

they didn't taste as flavoursome

plus to make matters worse

i may well have invoked some yokel wrath

some shunned folk saying curse


shite
...

this planet’s mad – where’s my helipad?

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this planet’s mad – where’s my helipad? by kevin skeleton-keegan

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this planet's mad

- where's my helipad?

pot pourri, blue tongue

oh mildew

sir galahad

eric the red

copper sulphate

& petrograd

this planet's mad

- where's my helipad?

...

treemendous

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treemendous by djwduqgywfq7.~

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they know - they've grown through centuries

all's noted in their logs


they see our age in human years

just as we do to dogs


they're antennae, cousins & shade

they're lungs so we can breathe


plus good things always come in them

treemendous are the trees

...

wills

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wills by bgyugufrtrvg996.4


where there's a will there's a way

& there was probably a william

who's sadly since died

( having made all the necessary arrangements )

...

good morn thing britain

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good morn thing britain by gareth photosynthesis

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good morn thing britain

i'm wearing mittens

you're sunny in places

yet some galey traces

with grey in between

your hills are still green

& bonfire smoke's yonder

it's sunday you tosser


the kettle is calling

the telly is boring

i blame the phoenicians

the black hand & titian

as certain as swanky's

the same thing as wanky

the rest we forget

- is this a poem yet

( ? )

...

what’s not in a name