if i had a penny for every time i lost a penny i'd be loaded with bastard shrapnel pennies many many & if i had a penny for every time i 'spent a penny' i'd sit on my arse & just drink tea my bladder would gradually finance me ...
Poetry
poetry’s ‘special’
poetry's 'special' & that's why it's essential like a fat man when it really is just glands poetry's 'special' ...
5 a day
pear soap cauliflower ears banana skin skid-marks a pea in a bottle & cherry blossom ...
Summer’s on a ‘special’ register
i fucking love you Summer you are the fucking bestest the chubby sweaty thumbs of your uncle-esque caresses old inhibitions disappear when them sheep get sheared any other season & this would be fucking weird ...
nostalgia
i remember nostalgia that fuzzy warm glow from years ago (it's still there somewhere) ...
i met Spring once
i met Spring once in a model village gift shop the shop was actual size so the whole experience was a massive surprise yes i met Spring once in a model village gift shop looking well yet green he disappeared mid-sentence ne'er again to be seen ...
pun of the mill
how did the beaker people cope without coasters? is anyone more generous than mr a donor? these answers should be served on the finest silver platter 'cause jesus was an octopus & silly thoughts matter ...
fishing for compliments
i was dangling by the riverbank fishing for compliments whilst trying to spot an otter or perchance a hippopotamus the waters flowed all day long like a constant stream of consciousness but all i caught was mustard & chutney - bloody condiments ...
friends in high places
a mate on a hill friends in high places a proper old mucker no airs & graces the higher the better top that if you can (clouds don't count or the abominable snowman) ...
imaginary pen pals
imaginary pen pals made-up names & addresses the sillier the better yeah - keep royal mail guessing imaginary pen pals yes now the hours fly-by the slightly worrying thing though is occasionally they reply (?) ...
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