Back in the green a true pastoral scene, an external chapel a wish in Winter's dream ... Be it meadow, peak or bracken wherever chance & stuff may happen, the splendour shall possess & gently caress you shall be taken abacken ... By the ambrosial leaves & part-time bees the enchanting beauty, oh so serene, but when it then gets too much & you've now had enough just insert sumit like: Fuckin' obscene ...
Rhymes
what happened to the other poems…
Well the first poem fell
down a mine shaft / well,
& withered within a fortnight
as all passers dismissed its yells
…
The next poem was gored
by a mob of wild boars,
in historic woody woodland
& then my homework ate the corpse
…
Another poem died from sheer sin
Sudafed & Benylin,
plus Junior Calpol – despite being an adult
the coroner didn’t know where to begin
…
& the last poem got lost in some mist
honest – I’m not takin’ the piss,
it may well have been abducted – by aliens or Alans
so you’ll have to make do with this
…
David Irving Denier
I’m a David Irving denier,
to many people
this
is a controversial thought,
but in my opinion
he never existed,
freedom of speech mate,
see you in court…
(again)
resarf poetry 