there was an old lady with an oddly shaped face some say she came from cannock chase that bit's up for debate some say she came from eastern thrace mongolia - estonia or maybe outer-space but she was definitely old ... ( author nodes; limericks are a wanker to write i tried ... )
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home thoughts from home
home isn't where the heart is that's actually the chest no home is where we sleep or at the very least rest home is for our laundry days & each morning a shit but if it's not ready just write a shite poem same thing really ( that's it ) x ...
( a lesbian )
my dream is to one day become a lesbian so i can get away with dungarees as it is when i wear them i look like a lost farmhand 'cause i don't speak a single word of greek ... ( author nodes; please don't be offended by this poem it's just silly shit )
an even poem
good evensong good evendance good eventide an even chance good evening all even stevens agree yes we get there even tually ...
mange tout, brute?
i love silence silence is golden & i love mange tout but i couldn't eat a whole one ...
sale now on
sale now on so all items are reduced yes there are bargains aplenty if you're price-cognoscenti sale now on no receipts or guarantees no refunds & strictly cash everything must go - but no questions asked ...
when everyone’s name is dave
somewhere soonish in our imminent future when everyone's name is dave in a way there will be no daveisions as in a way we'll all be the same yet the rich will still be sickeningly rich & the poor still far too poor plus the question 'who's the greatest dave?' will inevitably start another bloody dave-war ...
gem in i
not that bothered but worried about everything & into everything yet easily distrac- did you hear that? they've not come to get me i best hide behind the settee just to be safe like ( sound as a pound ) ...
mid-morning turned a shade of vague
mid-morning turned a shade of vague from fluorescent directions to the ways of beige then magnolia the modern grey & beyond this there's not much that anyone can say ...
win a prize
enter a competition & you might win a prize chances are you won't but there's no way if you don't try it might be a chicken that quacks like a duck 'cause someone has to win these things fingers crossed good luck ...
resarf poetry 