everyday's a mystery that's why it all begins with a yawn as floaty fragments of recent dreams tickle the conscious thing into the morn everyday's a mystery as sure as that pan can play pipes or the w.i dance on the edge of a knife bewilderment is the fountain of life ...
i've lost half of my ludo set & i don't know what to do ( ? ) i've lost half of my ludo set & i'm shit at playing lu ... ( author nodes; there's got to be a parallel dimension where this is actual poetry ... so there ... )
if everyone caught the bus there'd definitely be less fuss there'd be less traffic of an afternoon or morn packed in like pilchards fucking swearing - honking horns if everyone caught the bus & not just strange people like us Mother Earth would be cleaner & greener all luscious but we'd need more bus routes & a shit load more buses ...
barns can't dance or even vaguely prance most fidgety folk don't have ants in their pants or barns in their pants or ants in their barn ...
the kids nowadays are drinkin' binge i read then tutted in the paper such a terrible thing we didn't have this binge drink when i were a lad & it seems completely evil so beware the binge - binge bad ...
campanology? now that rings a bell ...
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 ... )
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 )
good evensong good evendance good eventide an even chance good evening all even stevens agree yes we get there even tually ...
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 ...
resarf poetry 