spring a song of sixpence

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spring a song of sixpence ( ecnepxis fo gnos a gnirps )

hocus pokes a poet so
frozen inner-rivers flow

yawning thawing warms the air
yonder hop the boxing hare

as the croaking crocus frog
uppercutting ducking fog

quacking like a muddled hen
beans the stalk of morning’s pen

spooning light in sparkling eyes
under shooting starling skies

‘pon the gleaming, greening leas
spinsters catch a frisking breeze

stirring stagnant kitten spit
winters ship is in the shit

serpents circle, buzzards hum
brambles bursting bubblegum

minstrels mince in just a thong
rabid badger bang a gong

blossom blossoms, truckers truck
butchers butcher, pandas fuck

in a month of mondays

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in a month of mondays ( syadnom fo htnom a ni )

calendars & contours
colanders in kitchen sinks
swans are singing encores

once upon the sequels
gleams the green of in between
snoring with the eagles

pour another tea cup
buttered toast & traffic jam
so the stuttered speak up

storming of a morning
mares within the air & hare
where the stagger’s fawning

anoraks & sun rays
ambles on an ashen path
in a month of mondays

scrambles at the deep end
badgers in the thicket’s thatch
tangled ’til the weekend