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otter’s pockets ( 32 lines of wobble )

…

basket weaving - bastard evenings

dog in clover - eyes in sockets

apples bobbing - pears are peeling

thoughts are swimming - mind myopic

windows smearing - kettle's steaming

multiverses - that's the tonic

poles are flipping - ice is screaming

unplugged t.v - otter's pockets


toast is smoking - piffle's calling

hares are boxing - merry easters

walls are cracking - dawn is snoring

palmate newts are hailing caesars

dozing moments - rarely boring

cheeky monkeys - bloody rhesus

glitter patters on the awning

biblical say saul & peter


gold is hiding - fools are gleaming

there in may was lucy locket

rivers weeping - streams are scheming

foxgloves, bluebells, valves & sockets

night is bright when day is dreaming

verse is birds - bees in their bonnets

tennis ankles - crickets teeming

spitting feathers - brown clouds - top shit


bollocks itching - mice are roaring

multitudes in millimetres

ears have noses - walls are talking

lollipops & lotus eaters

winks are winging - boards are scoring

well dressings as balance teeters

fingers crossed we'll kiss the morning

pyrrhic wins shall not defeat us

...

~

ten onions &  ( a poem )

…

ten onions & fresh turnip juice

a newspaper

or else - gazette


a book of stamps, a phone number

& all those who

we've not killed yet


the date today - not yesterday

or last whitsun

- that clarinet


our middle names, our silly games

& so we list

lest we forget

...

~

hobby-cow ( because 586.3 is 89.7 too )

…

then came that herd

in bastard gusts

of berserk rush

they stood no chance


their deaths were heard

six miles away

on pancake day

collecting stamps

...

~

mash & salad  (  1  0  s e c o n d  r e a d  (  . . .  )  )

…

apples unearth

mixed leaf glum


sharks are basking

bastard sun


eat more carrots

dark this fun


mash & salad

yom num yum

...

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in a bit ( s )   (  s o m e  5  /  7  /  5  )

…

bastard scraps of rhymes

 those broken-biscuit-tin times

( seven 'til half nine )

...

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thoughts from a shed  (  a  t r u e  t a i l – o f f  )

…

imagine who

invented the trowel

among the pots

thoughts from a shed


in olden times

& next wonder how

folk reacted

yes - what was said


'twas witchcraft then

then mad masses howled

& screamed in fear

bring us his head


( or else her head )

in days far from now

no doubt they burned

until well-dead

...