Poem
Gate
I was a gate I am no longer a gate The hinges went the rust settled in & I became part of an elaborate fence I am a fence
Open Mike Night
I went to an open Mike night
it was an autopsy
apparently it’s what Mike wanted
‘Leave my body to medical science’
Roamin’ [for inspiration]
Ideas come
yet far too often though
they go
but there’s always Roman roads
Flippant
I went through a yellow phase jaundice & lemon haze, but it appears to be clearing because people change Yes, people change like the seasons -obviously, an energy saving L.E.D light bulb eventually or larvae but pleasantly -so bear with me x
Why I Was Banned From The Chatsworth Estate For Life
Do
a dear,
a female dear
-‘Quick!
Pull your trousers & leg it,
the Duke’s coming…’
Almost Diptych
Very few things in life are certain
(other than)
people in glass houses spend a fortune on curtains
Henry VIII’s Shopping List
1. Chicken Drumsticks 2. Mead Cans 3. Wedding Rings 4. Axe (see above) & 5. Rennie & Gaviscon
A Derbyshire Lad
There was a lonely randy farmer way up in the Peaks, who became a little bit too fond of his own flock of sheep, I can't say what he did - it's too obscene but he didn't half get through Vaseline, how he loved his despicable acts of which I dare not speak
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