in the absence of my poltergeist who used to keep me up with fright quite terrified since gone all shy i gave it a go haunt d.i.y so banged a wall then smashed a plate then had a nap a good 'un - great it's not the same i miss you now sweet poltergeist dear ghostly thou ... ( author nodes; this poem is also dedicated to yvette fielding ... )
yes sneezing is believing aye sneezing's real it's true i thought it was all a hoax-joke like blinking until one day - achoo ( ! ) ...
i live in a village where everyone's keith every man, woman & child is called keith keiths build-up like limescale but a secret i keep i'm the only non-keith so i lie ' hi, i'm keith ' ...
in the lab i cross-bred a potato with a carrot is this a cotato or another form of parrot ? why it's 50 / 50 this much is clear to me but does world domination beckon ? ha ha, potentially ( ? ) ...
come july it's spiky as the mind's slightly fizzled with a purposeful purple amid summer's coloured riddles an 'erb & a flower tell a friend - blow a whistle they're nutty on the inside 'tis the time of thistle ...
during the war when there was a war on all poems were rationed to 2 words or less including the title 'cause there was a war on so we all ate crumble those days were the best ...
nowhere in particular is a favourite spot of mine easily on a par with someplace or other for whiling away one's time there's ideal for things & stuff things of the like & such yes nowhere in particular in the beautiful land of nothing much ...
with a metal detector in hand i gradually scan this land for bits of roman pewter or robot from the future as time's one big illusion confusion meets delusion ( so far; just an old 5p phased out in the early 90s ) ...
a little bird told me every evening roost eat plenty of berries & wear a pair of jackboots a little bird told me grow a cheeky little tache in springtime find a mate take the sudetenland back a little bird told me wash your feathers in a puddle watch yourself around them cats write a book about your struggle & a little bird told me every morning sing oh & comb a side-parting as per said bird's right wing ...
when pandas shagged like rabbits when lions just ate fruit when leopard spots still changed alot when penguins wore actual suits before all the squirrels & monkeys went nuts when the slugs sped about in a rush well none of this bollocks would be tolerated then & so huff all of us huff ( x ) ...
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