poetry's 'special' & that's why it's essential like a fat man when it really is just glands poetry's 'special' ...
Art
5 a day
pear soap cauliflower ears banana skin skid-marks a pea in a bottle & cherry blossom ...
Summer’s on a ‘special’ register
i fucking love you Summer you are the fucking bestest the chubby sweaty thumbs of your uncle-esque caresses old inhibitions disappear when them sheep get sheared any other season & this would be fucking weird ...
nostalgia
i remember nostalgia that fuzzy warm glow from years ago (it's still there somewhere) ...
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 ...
