squawking boots

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squawking boots ( stoob gnikwauqs )

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once upon another day
as the normalzzz yawn in suits
racing rats but fading fast
face the vast in squawking boots

see the mizzle’s fizzle pop
as the breezes flutter flutes
sun above & crows below
nesting toes in squawking boots

west ‘n’ south ‘n’ norther east
out’s about – abound is hoots
owls around us – if the moon
shines her cheeks on squawking boots

dawn again – anew’s refrain
seek the gleam of greener shoots
as the woodland’s shedding eaves
kicking leaves in squawking boots

pausing neath an apple tree
scrumping uncle autumn’s fruits
ponder with a hymn within
singing songs of squawking boots

all is music’s mutant spawn
when the muse is strumming lutes
then the yonder’s wander calls
walking on in squawking boots

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to short a long story cut

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to short a long story cut ( tuc yrots gnol a trohs ot )

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on a cold, dark horse
in the middle of the mist

chips ‘n’ cheese
with mushy peas

chapter thirty three
down in the treehouse

said the pheasant god
with a glowing grin

open up the bakers
& let the bread times roll

more tea, curate?
sang the unifawn

when they all ate cake
up the chimney stack

chapter forty four
strawberry fieldmouse

fifteen men
on a dead man’s vest

climbing the trellis
christ in a nightie

chapter eighty eight
two fat ladybirds

six mumps later
& rubella’s still not rang

tuesday’s tongue
tasted of marmite

one pavarotti
& twenty seven squid

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easter egregore

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easter egregore ( erogerge retsae )

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easter egregore
autumn roars & all’s the fall
singing bill is dead

singing bill is dead
death is just another dream
deeper than a ditch

deeper than a ditch
sipping on a witches’ brew
blooming like the moon

blooming like the moon
best before the afternoon
may contain almonds

may contain almonds
thigh of newt & badger nuts
spores from outer-space

spores from outer-space
dancing as the dogwood growls
bolt the cottage door

bolt the cottage door
stay until the days say cheese
easter egregore

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food porn

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food porn ( nrop doof )

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prodding the skin
of yesterday’s custard
sucking a fisherman’s friend

stuffing me hole
with hot spotted dick
or cold semolina
or frogspawn

burning the toast – on purpose
then spreading on
nob cheese & toe jam

singing a song
of buns in the oven
muffins & sponges
with sweet soggy bottoms

– phwoar

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( author notes )

fisherman’s friend is a type of mint

& they taste disgusting

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witch-hunting weasels

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witch-hunting weasels ( slesaew gnitnuh-hctiw )

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goblins ‘n’ gofers
trifles of a lying tongue
dung fire stokers

lurk in the village
squirming in this earthen tin
swimming in spillage

holes in the wholeness
hope is on sabbatical
run as the soulless

bot the responses
spew in lieu of rectitude
nonces in bonces

witch-hunting weasels
suckers of the teasel’s prick
spreading like measles

random selections
pin a tale upon a goat
phantom projections

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