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Self praise is no recommendation
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Bards often write verses for others in hearses
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The truth is beyond commiseration as long as the weather is …
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Get up slow and make the bed,
Scratch my head and stub my toe,
Sod the bedside cabinet!
My toe bled, in the first aid
Kit I looked around,
Bandage found,
Crudely stuck it on
And went downstairs.
Put the kettle on
hummed a song and
had a cigarette.
No sweat.
Fang scratched his bollocks and off he took
On his trusty chopper to a shady nook
Met up with his muckers, Fred and Sam,
Who had pitched the crash tent near the caravans.
They shared a chillum and a gram of speed,
Hit the boozer, wolfed a massive feed, washed it down with
A skinful of glider: Get it inside you!
Roundly slaughtered in the Lamb and Kite
The boys engineered a squabble and the ritual fight
About Liz from Gloucester and a prick called Mike
Falling tentward laughing they condemned the chick
And screamed the wrong words to Thick as a Brick
Gave up, slugged JD and got wretched sick after
A skinful of glider: snoring bedside you!
Thigh-deep wading in the river, a band of
Fading lilies in her hair she whistled into
Cool air as the black night rested among
Its retinue in St. Cuthbert’s belfry.
This is not the dawn of last year, nor more
Than it is another night of wonder.
For there, beyond the railway sleeper
Love is rising
He was known to live a life dissipated,
Gambolling in crazed buffonery
And drinking half a modest brewery,
Until his liver, bored, emigrated.
My Uncle Ted was steadfast and insistent
‘More booze!’ he yelled ‘Til I’m wild euphoric’
Half a pint of gin; no tonic: chronic.
Then, maculately homeward: distant.
Ten Afton and a quart of Barleycorn,
Strong tea and the two, too loud radios
Unwelcomed him the very next morning
As he dimly recalled Jack de Mannio,
Contemplated a shower; then yawning,
Went out in the garden and pissed on the lawn.
Rehoused, he trawled in his shotaway head
And dredged up from its slum, the aviator
Louis Blerio, who, a century and
One day ago now, flew lobster thermidore
Over the Channel for lunch in England.
Ted sipped a tuft of the dog, dejected.
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