There was this hum in the air from nothing much in particular - just a collective mix abuzz from bits of things & stuff. So I decided to join in & with a Trad. Folk tune didst bombinate - in the hope that music might catch on & this drone elevate then dominate. It remained a solo effort ...
Poetry
4 tuner
Find a penny pick it up & all that day you'll have top luck. Assuming you weren't hit by a bus as you bent over, or subsequently had your good fortune cancelled out - by uncovering a 4 leaf clover. Don't get cocky ...
mister roget was creationist scum
Well of course the Thesaurus has been an absolute godsend of a cheeky - handy - sumit else tome, since the time - period & era that its fellow dinosaurs roamed. & hen 1 day evolved chicken pox unwell - the others all got spots & died away, technically a book no, not actually a reptile - but it still it endures now to this so very day ...
blame-blame-blame-blame-blame
Poor Oedipus was blind from birth pre & post-gouged eyes, oh why can't these meddlesome shepherd types ignore exposed infant's cries ? He was left there for top reason as sure as Steve is short for Stephen & now a plague has terwatted Thebes, plus all that shite that kicked off with his folks like - a complete lack of foresight & a fucking tragedy ...
a fossil-related poem
Will we too in turn - due course become fossilized, i.e petrified but not terrified & thoroughly behind the times ? Only to be rediscovered & reappear so very alien like a Space Vole or Ginger Chimera ? - 'Look Dad, it's from The Vaguely Poetic Era' ...
umbraless
Could you loan us y' shadow if only for a few hours, under some informal shady lease ? As I was born without 1 - despite not being a vampire, I promise you'll get it all back in 1 piece ...
god in a windmill
I'd love to find God in a working old windmill, or on a moorland walk in Winterland undeterred by the cold plus wind chill. Or larking in my local rec' / park behind the dark side of the slide, whilst childishly pretending that he's still invisible - & then it would be my turn to hide ...
the month of the 3 easters
As any so-called egghead worth their weight in wheat will tell you - September is a month of 3 Easters. The 1st 1's dead-cert lovely, the last 1's bloody nasty - & the middle 1 well that could mimic either. Yes, number I it makes us all smile & number III is so fucking vile - & number II it transmits by ear. Oh, as any knowledgeable fountain worth their flow in nouse will inform you - there are 17.4 Easters in every Colander Year ...
can i borrow a pen?
I don't suppose there's any chance that I could borrow a pen ? 1 is soon to become a wealthy sheikh -I'll bless you back with a 1000 & 10. Plus wives & camels, now there's 1 for the annals & it's all just a matter of when. So be it ballpoint, quill or Biro -Oh I don't really mind no. As right now I could truly murder 1 o' them ...
socks ‘n’ violins
My pet courgette is utterly obtused, by the uppity little toss-shit Tunbridge Wells. She says he can only but smell & that he's her blazing vision of HELL, so we both wish evil spells on Tunbridge Wells x ... author notes: i'm in the process of moving. posts will be sporadic for the time being. things can be stressful & require patience. we get there. usual nonsense-bollox will resume shortly. breast wishes, resarf does poetry ...
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