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

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

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

Woodland Warblings

Let’s sing to the trees

because they might join in

but nothing to modern

because they’ll hate that.

Something about bark

or branch rustling

would be brilliant,

or when the many bird nests

infest

Leighton Buzzard

 There was a young woman from Leighton Buzzard 
 who decided to hide in a cupboard
 in order to avoid being the subject of limericks
 it worked out quite well for her actually...

Scale

As a young child
& thereabouts
little Barry Wellywanger
was terrified
of Dormice

He saw a picture of one once
in a dog-eared copy
of Hibernating Rodent Monthly
& he wrongfully assumed
that they were much larger than they really are
-probably borderline Blue Whale-esque-ish
-if not bigger
-Bloody Hell!

...Many moons passed before he finally met one

It was sunbathing on a park bench at the time

He nearly sat on it at first...

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Poetry