~

the man with a mouthful of flan (  r o p y   l i m e r i c k s   r   u s  )

…

oh the man with a mouthful of flan

yes his words are hard to understand

so he muffles his way

through his pastry-based days

conversate with this man - if you can

...

~

that’s the badger (  s o m e  v e r s e  )

…

as toads they crawl

as deer they stagger

& vipers stir

slithers the adder


as jacobs climb

up their stepladders

& crimz strut with

a certain swagger


as flies they hide

from the flycatcher

& fools blather

jibber then jabber


as raptors soar

& squirrels gather

i spot a brock

aye - that's the badger

...

~

multi-faith appeal ( some ? )

…

i am the vicar

entranced by your flicker

& i'm the iman

lured to your

 flame at night


i am the lama

that goes where your glowing

& i'm the rabbi

frozen in 

your headlights

...

~

bloody intros … ( another stab at the shit but not a shit-stab )

…

once upon a whirlpool

with a flemish welder

accordion legend

& privy the elder

lift that curlew curfew

shout it down the cloisters

where dusty nuns shuffle

& them wrong'uns loiter



everything's a jigsaw

ballet, bats & ballads

watch those statues blink as

cannibals eat salads

elsewhere pastry's flaking

slowly stirs yon field mouse

judge's wigs fool no one

welcome to my tree house

...

~

a pair o’ bears ( some verse )

…

so bear in mind

what sort of bear?

how long have you

had a bear there?

beneath your skull

a cosy fit

there must be woods

so it can shit



so bear with me

but where's the bear?

invisible

you'll stare then stare

it's close - you'll seek

you'll never find

as i too have

the mental kind

...

~

like a fish out of water ( some ? )

…

like a fish out of water

when all's said & spoken

i'll walk up that hill so

( my bicycle's broken )

...

~

plethora flakes ( a few words, maybe of poetrys … ? )

…

you should read the bible backwards

aye, reverse chapter & verse

( plus )

you should meet my long lost cousins

but

we'll have to find 'em first

...

~

sunday sheet ( some poetry )

…

upstairs

the shower weeps

in blubby bursts

of indoor rain



downstairs

the radio

is talking to

itself again

...

~

trouble utt mill (  v e r s e  )

…

sweet pantomime

your blurred heads rear

there's floss & dross

plus games - yes dear


~


vast candlemas

trouble utt mill

i played myself

then lost ten-nil


( fuckin' 'ell )


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