i left by the back door

at around 9.03

in search of that time honoured

nature po-et-ry.





the meh pedestrian usual shite

i'm sure you've read 'n' heard

that no one nowadays really writes

just jiggles the words.





but by by 9.07 (ish)

the weather had turned shit

the animals they scattered fast

the nymphs they were amiss.





so amidst this bastard shat

i decided to head back

then went home & penned the usual gubbins

in hindsight

- thank fuck for that

 x

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