in this jumbled wonderland

where some sky is on the ground

as grazing all around

are these four-legged clouds


which folk call sheep

not the catchiest of names

but they call themselves baa

i suppose it's all the same

( ? )

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tutankhamun

( a while ago )

the little matchstick 

john the baptist

dodi fayed

dodo

are all quite dead

yet stuff

 still thrives

it's wobbly

 in places

but july's alive

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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

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