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knitting in prison  (  a  t r u e  t a l e  )

…

still drunk on life

i'm knitting in prison


from stick-ups & stitch-ups

to mittens

& hiccups

...

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how’s garden  (  a  l i m e r i c k  –  e s q u e  e f f o r t  )

…

it's only right you know

that how's garden does grow

why now come june

all throbs, all blooms

as bees bob to & fro

...

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( pull the other one … )  (  a  t r u e  s h o w b i z  t a l e  )

…

i once saw the actor

jeremy irons

wearing a wrinkly

crinkled-creased shirt


( he must think 

we were all born yesterday )

...

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the fly indoors  (  a  t r u e  s t o r y  )

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the fly indoors remains indoors

from room to room, from floor to floor

it bumbles on throughout this house

outside the world waits - unexplored


the window's smashed so you could go

to paris, hull or tokyo

i tell said fly - i need not lie

follow that breeze which sweetly blows


instead there's buzz & buzz again

as all is buzz-buzz in my brain

plus buzz & buzz & buzz & buzz

plus buzz, plus buzz - it's been decades


or so things seem, once more i groan

then cry - oh fly, please leave this home

or i'll make soup then thou may drown

oh fuck off fly - leave me

alone

...

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it’s samey, it’s boring  (  a  r h y m e  )

…

it's samey, it's boring

with nought worth exploring

so go to bed & bump your head

& fuck it all off 'til the morning

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( author notes )

just a few lines inspired by the old rhyme

'it's raining, it's pouring'

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blah blah blank sheet  (  a  r h y m e  )

…

blah blah blank sheet

have you any shit?


no you tit coz

that's you're bit


none for the master

& none for the dame


who live in your bastard head

because you're insane

...