Grimbeau

Scroodles

Let’s go to the loo

Let’s jump in the bog

Devastate the places

Where the putrid vermin hog

Let’s flush them out tonight dear

It’s silly not to try

Rid the world of scumbags

Without a reason why.

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What bliss is this?

Sea becomes vapour,

drowns now and then,

bobs up, splays fluke,

blows hole, meals mouth,

dives deep, backs down

The doggy few air the southern mist lands…

Some slept through till daylight coloured the drapes

Grey Pink.

Warm still, fuggy, muggy, stuffy, musty

Climate.

Through slate grey light I fly safe, glide slow up

To here,

The bureau of dreams, absorbing the news,

Sneeze wildly, snuffle, drip, and wet wipe off.

Excess.