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nice swan, cyril

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nice swan, cyril ( liryc ,naws ecin )

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swan plus swan is two

swan flew over the cuckoo’s nest

yes, swan of those, please

it’s swan of a kind

swan love, swan life

swan in million

the swan with a waggly tail

swan is not amused

swan foot in the grave

the swan that got away

no swan’s fool

& swan for the road

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( noted )

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( noted ) ( deton )

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two fat robins
bobbing in a bird bath

breakfast in a bap
as the moon aligns with neptune

wind on the face
with an untied shoelace

dinner’s on the pavement
mushy peas ‘n’ chips

rubber chickens clucking
in a blue rucksack

tupped-up ewes
winter barley rising

parsnips in the greenhouse
cows in their sheds

shoots of wild garlic
peeping like a perv

where the air is weaving
dogs run in circles

as a masky gasps
in a car – on his own

eight grey herons
venus in retrograde

burnt black toast
& a sleeping smoke alarm

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have you seen the trees?

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have you seen the trees? ( ?seert eht nees uoy evah )

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hairy fairy aerials
wooden antennae

stubble of the land
hugger of i

on a wander’s pause
watchers of the forest

towers fit for owls
dendrous cousins

them of up above
dryad gaff’s

pixie apartment’s
lumberjack fodder

sunbeam deflector’s
squirrel castle’s

bracers of gales
barking like a dog

battlers of storms
tamers of the jet stream

shades of the glades
rain neutralisers

have you seen the trees?
logged & noted too?

our friends arboreal
as they’ve seen you

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pinch another punchline

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pinch another punchline ( enilhcnup rehtona hcnip )

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mizzle of a morn’
walking in the sheet
under scrumpled thunder
plodding sodden feet

piffle in the head
lead between the legs
scribble up a riddle
then the pencil smegs

metaphorically
‘neath the weaving skies
seeking eager egrets
herons in disguise

buds upon the bare
branches where the bears
crap within the copses
or the boxing hares

yes, the west is east
when the north is south
spinning in the midlands
muddles in the mouth

rabid rabbit’s white
’tis another moth
pinch another punchline
sigh & bugger off

blowing with the crows
flying as the bar
’til the spring is ringing
chiming like a star

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twenty twenty toodleooh

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twenty twenty toodleooh ( hooeldoot ytnewt ytnewt )

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see the evening starlings

where the air is up

      walk a muddy path

      laughing like a mallard

wonder like a bra

can flying fish swim?

      can they see space

      from the great wall of china?

is the queen a bloke

with a royal todger?

      maybe, if prince phillip

      was her birthing ladyboy

anyways, the moon

is crooning of a future

      but the moon’s unjabbed

      & hasn’t had a booster

soon she shall be cancelled

selene in a gulag

      when the karens moan so

      sing before the storm

parp another parsnip

from the annal’s passage

      pen another then

      scratch your hairy annus

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