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august a chorus ( surohc a tsugua )
…
dust is a feather
flutters ‘n’ fleeting
rust is the tether
the deign of the done
laugh is a ladder
adders ‘n’ weeping
ink in the bladder
a snail on the run
salad’s a tosser
weasels ‘n’ weaving
cannons ‘n’ fodder
the kiss of a nun
pied is the piper
drummers ‘n’ beating
time is a tiger
the cream in y’ bun
scrawl is a trooper
easter is sleeping
shoot the computer
a laser, a gun
dawn is a walrus
even is creeping
august a chorus
& fade with the sun
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it’s not candlemas ( sameldnac ton s’ti )
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i’ll wear no duffel coat
i shall not ruddy freeze
the air is hot as fook
& jam’s the clinging breeze
a sticky swollocks bitch
the willow wicket’s glued
it’s flippin’ cricket shit
a blizzard’s pissin’ screwed
the ninja frost is not
upon my twinkle toes
the sun’s a raisin bun
& runny honey flows
the flamin’ morning snores
a sleeping, snoozing cat
as it’s not candlemas
– coz it’s august, y’ twat
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august is calling ( gnillac si tsugua )
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august is calling maunders a morning sings with the kettle bristles the dawning whistles of thistles drizzle is pouring babbles the brambles taps on the awning gargles a garden rivers are roaring spins in the thicket nettles are sprawling mumbles of thunder buzzards are soaring adders & ladders staggers & stalling clouded & shrouded summer is crawling orchards are heaving carrion squalling back is the endish petals are falling green is the evening august is calling ...
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