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b rown cow herd immunity
o range skin graft
l emon chicken egg timer
l eopard spot the dog
o ver time ago on
x anthum gum tree house
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b rown cow herd immunity
o range skin graft
l emon chicken egg timer
l eopard spot the dog
o ver time ago on
x anthum gum tree house
…
…
n ine & a quarter or
u nder four hundred
m aybe fifty eight
b asically a twelve – yet
e leven & a third of five – so
r oughly sixty three – over
s eventeen decimals
…
…
d illydally on the way
or play with safety matches
atop a bale o’ hay
o pen the unlucky box
with mustard gas, electric shocks
or play leapfrog – with a triceratops
n otice the declining lines
as observation is the gimp
of faded since from former times
t ickle a great white shark
or mince through
any urban park – after dark
s norkel in the hepatitis c
or climb the wall covered
in h.i.v
…
…
champagne socialists
shop in karl marx & spencers
for their underwear
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…
scatter graph that
the jackdaws laughing
a rearranged face
the clock in the hall
away with the fairly
maybe a missive?
if little owls screech
in a pitch blett coppice
shrouded in cloud
when now becomes then &
unfinished jigsaws
…
…
b elgian barn owls
betelgeusian butteries
o peratic opticians
ox-eyed daybreak
l evitate like ladybirds
listless lies londinium
l unar sea shanties?
lo, the larking lollards sing
a ntlers on a postcard
actium – but fought on land
r aspberry ripples in
radio wave functions
d enmark is an urban myth
diabetic dodos suppose
s trontium dogs bark
somewhere in limbo landfill
…
…
minding your missives
like so & so’s post-it-notes
( please excuse the gaps )
the last gasp staggers
on let’s bee avenue
( perhaps – the mishaps )
rearranged faces
of the tangibles & not
( guess which one frowns next )
you became paper
scribbled with the spider’s ink
( black plus white is grey )
now is yesterday
then is when the cowslips come
( home from the green fields )
…
…
a circular route
once more to the bus station
where it all began
…
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sun hat saturday
ring us in the morning then
when the grey turns gold
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( author notes )
thanks to anyone that reads these silly, tongue-in-cheek poems. i’ve lost quite a few subscribers recently – but we crack on when we can. off to work now, have a good one
…
i’ve got a vintage
combine harvester
she’s gone rusty now
cobwebs cover her
battered body but
sputter on somehow
shaking like a quaker
out the barn – as we do
oh, i’ve got a vintage
combine harvester
– once she was brand new
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