( musings )

puddle on

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puddle on ( a poem for wednesday etc. )

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on hilltops low as whispers blow

& blackened clouds burst into song

with tingled brains & prattled chains

we float our boats to bob along


on gleaming dew in pastures moo

as hay fields wait - the grass is long

a play is staged - we turn a page

the pylons sing of knights of yon


where woodland grows & cobwebs glow

& nettle stings seem extra-strong

on bumpy daze we jingle change

& scratch our thatch 'fore hats are donned


in valleys blue we chuckle shoes

passed riverbanks as ducks quack swans

as sunshine rains on cobbled lanes

we pause for clues

then puddle on

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as & &

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as & & ( 120 syllable read )

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as the brown fox leaps the green flea

& fuchsia clang in chimes

as the chainsaw hugs the oak tree

& the blank verse starts to rhyme


as the salt pot shuns the deep sea

& the cyclops leads the blind

as the ibex ride the rough scree

& the faux pas meet landmines


as the feather fights the mild breeze

& the evening blackbird chimes

as the cockerel clucks at chickpeas

& a mist falls in the mind


as the bonnet irks the wild bee

& the millstone feels the grind

just plod on & keep it lively

wanders of another kind

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the downpour

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the downpour ( some sheet )

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i thudded on your leaky roof

i lurked within your murky drains

i squelched so in your shoes & boots

i tap danced on your window panes


i bore your garden many fruits

i drowned your rat - delayed your train

i pleased your duck, your swan & goose

as i ruined your cricket game


i soaked your laundry with my juice

i pissed upon your aeroplane

i quenched your trees - your beech & spruce

when i tickled your weather vane


as any pillock could deduce

with half their brain - i was the rain

but now there's sun - i'll soon vamoose

i'm silver puddles on your lane

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