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backing bounce

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backing bounce ( a rhyme for saint gubbin’s day )

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sink a song of submarines

headless fish & guillotines

raspy gasps of gasoline

tumbleweed & runner beans


gob a gloss of magazines

thinning ice & figurines

donkey nights of carotene

philistines & nazarenes


flick a fleet of limousines

weasel cheese & tambourines

stretchy friends of plasticine

twisty tongues of tangerines


clash a smash of smithereens

chickenpox & slot machines

frothy troth's in evergreens

dictionaries & trampolines

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shapes of apes

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shapes of apes ( a true story & poem in places too )

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the dales are ales & bursting birds

of bastard flaps & thirsting words

the ink is blinks & blank's the sheets

as weasels scheme & ladles stir


the morn is fawn & biscuit shades

of wanky wheat & sandy beige

the bonce is moors & bogs of peat

as teapots sing & august fades


the mouth is clouds & shrouded blurs

of citrus shreds & lemon curd

the dog is snores & depths of sleep

as talk is slurred & chimneys sweep


the trees are keys & plays unstaged

of secrets kept & wars yet waged

the hands are feet on vacant streets

the pith is chimp & shapes of apes

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’twas-socks

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’twas-socks ( some piffle for your whistle )

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bramble tangled baritones

saxon scrambled saxophones

piggybacking cataracts

tingles in the chromosomes


velum scented velodromes

pigeons pecking honeycomb

scrappy barking artefacts

crackles on the gramophone


rifle stifled styrofoam

dryad drizzled microphones

nippy cracking subcontracts

twinkles in the sunny bones


ankle dangles aerodromes

sparrow mangled monotones

batty flapping feather flaps

cobwebs on the cobblestones

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bramble bursts & parasols

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bramble bursts & parasols ( a poem )

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there's gathered nuts & misty yawns

there's staggered ruts & wispy fawns

the foxes grin

as branches thin

i'm scrambling where fungi spawn


there's bramble bursts & parasols

there's gurning ferns & rabbit holes

the nettles sting

as wood nymphs sing

i'm babbling where badgers stroll


there's soggy moss & liverwort

there's cobweb spin & insects caught

the ivy clings

as squirrels swing

i'm rambling where faeries walk


there's weasel schemes & bumble bees

there's toady stools & humble me

the bluebells ring

through mid-late spring

i'm ambling beneath the trees

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