there's spitting & there's rain in the middle there's drizzle sometimes all 3 come at once the skies delight in riddles there's hail, sleet & snow plus every week or so frogs the trick is to be amphibious too all gifts from the gods so crack on through the lot ...
i was amble-plodding down a y'oldey wonky lane to my left a field of donkeys in the head an empty brain to my right a field of peas when the visions burst forth yes pods a plenty as a jenny eeyored i saw next ash wednesday it rained around 3ish a ginormous artichoke an otter feeling peevish a baboon in a wedding dress - 2 pixies playing badminton & then shite faded out to nowt - should i inform the vatican ( ? ) ...
old macdonald had a farm e - i - e - i - o until one day when it completely vanished what happened to it? no one knows some say it was nicked by gypos or aliens or alien gypsies yes old macdonald had a farm but where it is now? that's a flipping mystery ...
there's a chimp in your armour in your armour there's an ape not a chink in your armour but an chimp clad in plate & chimp's causing y'oldey khaos as chimp slowly larks along there's a chimp in your armour what the fuck is going on ( ? ) ...
please don't call an ambulance if you fall dead down the stairs or decapitate yourself whilst chopping carrots clean off - nothing there please don't call an ambulance if you fatally drown in the shower most accidents do happen at home but certain things are beyond their powers ... ( pauper scroats; follow-up to 'call the police' how exiting ... )
some clever tosser clogs well they insist that that there nothing don't exist a bit like the tea towel drawer monster which apparently is dust & trapped air but a quick thought i think they should spare for those folk who play musical chairs with never any music or vaguely tonal humming & never any fucking chairs there wankers ...
the kids nowadays are drinkin' binge i read then tutted in the paper such a terrible thing we didn't have this binge drink when i were a lad & it seems completely evil so beware the binge - binge bad ...
campanology? now that rings a bell ...
my dream is to one day become a lesbian so i can get away with dungarees as it is when i wear them i look like a lost farmhand 'cause i don't speak a single word of greek ... ( author nodes; please don't be offended by this poem it's just silly shit )
good evensong good evendance good eventide an even chance good evening all even stevens agree yes we get there even tually ...
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