Grimbeau

Scroodles

pramchair child

pramchair child.

pramchair child

 

Only the Pramchair child remembered
Lord Darren and Grunge ended their hundred year snooze
While the gobsmacked onlookers were mute
The duo dynamic swept through the queues
Wildly pillaging designer training shoes
Only the Pramchair child remembered the truth

The looting and the burning and raze the roof
Spreading to the estates and rich avenues
While the gobsmacked onlookers were vacant
The upside world turned away from lying parvenus
The bounty of a lost and cynical ruse
Only the Pramchair child remembered the truth
The mob ran off home and hid all the goodies
Ate supper quick and caught the evening news
While the gobsmacked onlookers were vacant
Only the Pramchair child remembered the truth

Tempes Fugit

Tempes Fugit.

chocolate dough nut

See, I forget my drift!

I have lost me moorhens.

Scattered mummeries

of the dreams we left behind

in the service station

on a  beige plastic table

stuck on a wet floor

 

A low and rhythmic

mopper

mops

somnambulances.

I see myself in a documentary,

a lone rider resting before the next crusade.

 

Infidel Castro,

beard and cigar,

flying down to Rio for the show:

No chance of light,

tonight

Rio Grande Valley B&W #2

Knight.

Tempes Fugit

Tempes Fugit.

Tempes Fugit

king zog's door

Hilda Hogg bit the bullet and set herself to flog her figurine of ole King Zog bequeathed by her fabled auntie Dora who held a candle for the old despot. Times was hard, there was a duck at the door with a hat on, Bailiff Bernard dunning a bill.

‘Adieu, old chum’ she whispered through a final lucky lick on the pate of the china chappie in her trembling hands. If she had really had a candle she would have lit it and muttered a homily to tractor production in Albania.

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