A Poet and a loose goose A beam with an empty noose Ramshackle existence, ravens chuck… Spiders webs hang, slumbering on w… Ultimately crisp bags, packets hal…
He discovered childhood, dry Soma… A teenage wildlife officer with si… Met topical guests and Coal Scutt… Then wore a deaf aid as a Sotheby… His restoration of former Glassho…
Quizness and it’s the last leg, th… A standup handyman’s tail, before… Engaged to a bag, monkey cage is t… Yasmeen urges, a smitten fairy mea… By newcomers charms, a musical bre…
My father was a trampoline maker But he had his ups and downs But when he sprung his life into a… He nearly ended up in town My mother made pogo sticks
As I live in my Brain ambience And flutter thoughts to different… I fornicate invisibly for three se… Then become decent I lip sync to a weather forecast o…
Clutched in sit, you are in the sc… Munching fielded flowers, in tickl… Jumping down on a road drill Built those sinews, in arms, up There you are, strangling a hurt c…
Most people know better than you They come along to Destroy what y… Well, look at John Lennon Some twisted fan ended, what he co… Most people has something better t…
I Play the guitar, So What! I write songs, who gives a jot? I was once in a Band, in Bananara… I had one fan, a Tone Deaf, one n… I like Clapton and Hendrix, So W…
It could be worse Written on the gravestone In the unkept churchyard by the se… Other Dead people had it worse th… It’s no good feeling sorry for you…
I’m cooking love, it smells so nic… I’m cooking love, I’m eating life Gosh! It tastes so nice The best taste in life I’m cooking love
As I throw my fish and chips at a… But it wasn’t it’s fault, it was p… By a bird conspiracy Cultivating in, slipstream wing de… And flight cloud penetration
Your weighing me down, with your t… You got me on the growling ground,… Your dressed with depressed, hold… A wallet road test, causes you to… And how can you cope, without your…
A Nudist Poet Tried to show it To a Poetry Association He did go it He got arrested by the Police
I sleep under a canvass by a burrow at night The fire slims to cinders in the drips of moonlight I hear the wild life chatting
A Dead man becomes a Snowdrop A Dead Women a Bluebell Dead children become Buttercups a… On a Golden field on Sunshine hil… Our Spirits become Flowers
