Well of course the Thesaurus has been an absolute godsend of a cheeky - handy - sumit else tome, since the time - period & era that its fellow dinosaurs roamed. & hen 1 day evolved chicken pox unwell - the others all got spots & died away, technically a book no, not actually a reptile - but it still it endures now to this so very day ...
Art
the moral maze
Cars often pull over & ask me for directions for example 'Where's Gibblet's Lane?' & if I know I'll answer their question, to aid them on their procession out of the kindness of my heart -It's no strain or pain. However, if I haven't got a clue e.g 'Where's Garroter's Avenue?' I'll just make something up all the same. On the off-chance that I'm right, as you clever ever know it might, & either way I'll probably never see them again ...
time bollocks
Now, a stitch in time may well save 9 but we've yet no way of knowing. Beyond mere proverbs & words & crossed digits, bricked turds it could be 8 or 10 still -GET TEMPORAL SEWING ...
still mainly green
It's still mainly green here, like the contact-less eyes of a jealous monster. & the sky is mainly blue too, like a depressed & filthy joke, yet still 1 ponders how much longer ?
electric fence therapy
Beyond the
penultimate
stile
of m’ walk
there stood
an electric
fence,
which I decided
to try
& its voltage
imbibe
on the off-chance
it charged me
with sense
…
& erased
all the shite
so I gripped it
so tight
-Then came shock
‘AAAH y’ cock’
Ergo thence,
reflex robbed me
of grip
plus current
gave me
the slip,
as local livestock
laughed
at my expense
…
(try again)
still the telephone
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Well, I’m afraid that the telephone
is sadly very necessary,
despite sound progress with technology
there’s gaps in our telepathy
…
Plus pigeons have their limits
& messages in a bottle achieve shit all,
but I still look forward to the day
when my brain
is bothered by nuisance 3rd eyes
& withheld psychic calls
…
the dog’s buccolics
Back in the green a true pastoral scene, an external chapel a wish in Winter's dream ... Be it meadow, peak or bracken wherever chance & stuff may happen, the splendour shall possess & gently caress you shall be taken abacken ... By the ambrosial leaves & part-time bees the enchanting beauty, oh so serene, but when it then gets too much & you've now had enough just insert sumit like: Fuckin' obscene ...