Grimbeau

Scroodles

Canyon

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I shot an arrow in the air

it quelled a Shriek

On

Finistere

Tearsday Song

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That sweet Blossom, Tearsday,

loved all things

Petunia,

Luxuriating

there whenever Chance permitted.

 

Chance was a creature of habit,

smiled on Tearsday three times

on Thursday mornings

between Shipping Forecasts.

 

Gerald the Burn-Out

dwelt in anti-cyclones,

and traipsed in murk and squall.

A most unlikely couple: Which they weren’t.

 

Stucco

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So right on

Bump and grind.

Sweat & simper.

Pass the crimper,

Adrienne, got a right one ear.

 

Scissor schwesters steeling snippers.

Castration: a Tomean’s rite to shoes.

Sweetbreads and old heads tail the culprit,

The lactiferous Mrs Vase. Yes, shedunnit.

 

With the wimple in the temple,

aided and abetted by Drudge, the Sphincter.

A distincter demon was there not.

This side of Hieronymus Dosh

Kneading

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mould

a

boulder

on

a

shoulder

 

Coldfinger

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Brinicle Times,

cynical, clinical

inimical times.

 

Winter fingers the bed

killing mites

most nights.

 

What am I for?

To breed

some more…

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