they're flipping ticking riddles like a stringy piece of rope how long? that varies though the fickle so-&-sos yes they're unknown factor bastards with a mind of their own but attention spans they know when it's time to go ...
they're flipping ticking riddles like a stringy piece of rope how long? that varies though the fickle so-&-sos yes they're unknown factor bastards with a mind of their own but attention spans they know when it's time to go ...
sometimes i wonder who's the greatest monger among the many mongers everywhere ( ? ) maybe it's cheese, fish, iron or war but then again yes there's always scare ...
elevenses at half ten - in the morning & from now on the phone book belongs in the fridge shoelaces should remain untied - at all times & horseshoes & rabbit's feet are effectively obsolete ( push it ) ...
gravy trains yes trains of gravy saucy stuff them saucy savoury wait at the station platform 3 'all aboard' & the rest is easy ...
the incredible-flexible poem this poem is gymnastic the incredible-flexible poem octopus-esque elastic the incredible-flexible poem stretchy stretchy fantastic the incredible-flexible poem oh, shittabrick i've snapped it ...
she sells sea shells on the sea shore he sells sea shells he sells more so she put a special offer on buy 3 get 4 he retaliated - SEA SHELL WAR ...
there's an otter in me kitchen sploshing in the sink whilst i try to write a poem concentration's on the blink there's a lion in me living room asleep on the settee i want to watch the wright stuff but i best leave it be there's a camel in me bathroom a camel? - oh my gosh several shrews on the stairs in the bog; an arctic fox & there's a gnu in me bedroom so what else can i do? seeing as this house belongs to them now i'll be the first ever man to escape from the zoo ...
this poem thinks david icke is secret-chief-lizard this poem skips in blizzards like a jaunty winter wizard this poem sniffs big marker pens & glue this poem wears cagoules 'cause this poem's cool this poem has blisters on both of its heels beneath odd-socked feet odd socks appeal ( ? ) oh & this poem knows that the world will end when the u-bend industry goes round the bend - yeh, then - is this a poem ( ? ) ( please ) ...
once upon a while ago when dodos roamed the globe & the world wide web was a massive spider nightmare that terrified arachnophobes when the clouds were giant white belly fluff & loneliness had loads of friends some shit kicked-off the details are sketchy damn this memory - the end ...
how well do you know the archbishop of canterbury? have you decrypted our impossible code? have you ever seen the loch ness monster on a wednesday? do you really know where echoes faintly go? have you ever been trapped down a well for a fortnight? or stroked a yeti gently? lovely ears do know stuff about like the bits beyond them black holes? - well in that case why are you here ( ? ) ...