that undercoat

~

that undercoat ( a sunday story that’s only 1 day too late )




god planned to paint over

the white cliffs of dover

magnolia - maybe ( ? )

or else sumit mauver ( ? )


or fluorescent tartan ( ? )

as white is quite spartan

that undercoat stayed though

let this true tale hearten

( all )

...


































hedge pledge

~

hedge pledge ( by sledge dredge wedge the 3rd )



dead solemnly i hereby pledge

my allegiance

to all things hedge


i fear most walls, trust not the fence

we need something

yes - hedge makes sense


i'll trim 'em back, i'll clip 'em smart

with nail scissors

squint then it's art


they'll bring me green, berries & knots

defend the hedge

or all is lost

...














( author notes )

knots = hawthorn blossom


















upon addressing a rumour

~

upon addressing a rumour ( some verse )



dear utter shite

your wagging tongues

your poppycock

phenomenon

oh waspish ways

once i was stung

i felt it then

stop slinging dung



you need to feed

your stinking guts

- the gullible -

on them you must

'tis piffle-wank

no ifs or buts

so fuck yourself

thence suck thy nuts

...




















































balls

~

balls ( some balls-verse )



balls, balls

it's all just balls

oh slimy crystals

yards & walls

balls, balls

leather on cork

& twats called jack

they're in your court


balls, balls

a bouncy spell

rubber, pig bladder

fucking hell

( yes )

balls, balls

& cheesy smells

so probably

bollocks as well

...



































keeping time

~

keeping time ( a precautionary tale )




i like to keep a spare afternoon

in my pocket

next to them keys

which i always need


& a pleasant evening

around my neck

kept in a locket

( only to be opened

during emergencies )

...























the land of sheep

~

the land of sheep ( some shite )



this is the land of sheep - 'tis true

this is the land of rams & ewes

each blurry spring as birds they sing

the population mushroom-booms


this is the land of sheepish folk

bashful shepherds asleep neath oaks

in pastures green ( sometimes serene )

as wolves in woollen clothes encroach

...