i remember nostalgia that fuzzy warm glow from years ago (it's still there somewhere) ...
Art
i met Spring once
i met Spring once in a model village gift shop the shop was actual size so the whole experience was a massive surprise yes i met Spring once in a model village gift shop looking well yet green he disappeared mid-sentence ne'er again to be seen ...
pun of the mill
how did the beaker people cope without coasters? is anyone more generous than mr a donor? these answers should be served on the finest silver platter 'cause jesus was an octopus & silly thoughts matter ...
fishing for compliments
i was dangling by the riverbank fishing for compliments whilst trying to spot an otter or perchance a hippopotamus the waters flowed all day long like a constant stream of consciousness but all i caught was mustard & chutney - bloody condiments ...
friends in high places
a mate on a hill friends in high places a proper old mucker no airs & graces the higher the better top that if you can (clouds don't count or the abominable snowman) ...
imaginary pen pals
imaginary pen pals made-up names & addresses the sillier the better yeah - keep royal mail guessing imaginary pen pals yes now the hours fly-by the slightly worrying thing though is occasionally they reply (?) ...
you invented corduroy
you invented corduroy but you've yet to invent it the time travel comes first patience fate wait ...
who’s the ‘ing daddy?
the milkman with a wooden leg still hobbled through his rounds the milkman with a wooden leg dint let said leg get him down the milkman with a wooden leg still did what milkmen do so after 9 months or so of starting his job most local newborn babies had a wooden leg too ...
the man with no nostrils
the man with no nostrils still had a nose 'til one day a big sneeze where does it go? the man with with no nostrils still had a nose 'til one day a big sneeze his head explodes ...
may day – beltane
emergency a blank page trade unions bank holiday a bonfire & phallic poles white rabbits the fangled old cider time a scrumpyed head there's snooker on yes april's dead a sunny start then came the rain may day - beltane ...
resarf poetry 