the word on the sheet

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the word on the sheet (  s o m e  s h e e t  )



wishin' bits of which not

pissin' ink in piss pots

lob it to them cobbles then

scramble games of hopscotch


jungles in the tundra

mumbles versus wonder

turnip wars the musical

hark - a thud of thunder


grapples in a vortex

apples in a cortex

pincer this - a nifty swish

swiss army knife forceps


straw bales in a stable

english fuckin' able

blame the breeze that blew mid-noon

& those many fables


wankers

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seasonal greetings

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seasonal greetings (  a  p o e m  )




first comes that spring - the cheeky twat

its rebrands & the same old shat

its bouncing green - that gleaming brat

how do you do

i cock my hat



next summer swells with sweaty days

where nature leads our sense astray

into the glow of ways quite strange

secret handshakes

we ( shush ) exchange



then autumn calls, we briefly hug

as spores burst forth & all that stuff

fleeting - it seems to be enough

yet all must die

so on we trudge



lastly winter, my dear you're here

all the others have disappeared

we whisper waves of withered cheer

'tween precious breaths

then fades the year

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foraging as we go

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foraging as we go ( a true of a story in a of rhymez-formz )




'twas a february morn

there on our way to the shop

on a bog roll mission

when the dog & i did stop


our noses alerted

oui - a french scent filled the air

allium ursinum

yeah - the garlic of the bear


aye, the first of the year

new leaves barely more than shoots

so i picked it for soup

so then i'll be vampire-proof


then we left londis-bound

so that i can wipe my shite

knowing spring's on its way

knowing things are looking bright


( the end )

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