Grimbeau

Scroodles

Self, self, self…

I’m

Waiting for my lunch

I’m

Waiting for my lunch

Went in the kitchen

At twelve of five

Marinade the fish

Chopped up the chives

Like Lilian Gish

I’m

Waiting for my lunch

Move it on!

Air Raid

That was a big one!

Said the lungfish to the lung

twitching on the floor

no word of a lie…

Twelph-thurty summat

Finds Us

Rocking away on various

Salad leaves, rocket, chive, spindle,

giant salmon tickled pink

Small Jonah Codd,

and a good shurp of

Dial-a-Lie-Schmoliticks.

Sure

The Brother will sort it out,

I’m as sure as eggs is eggs.

Time for wine & shut windows.

The airing of the stench is done.

Were you made aware

Stale air oxidises in mist?

Much like cobwebs &

everything else that springs

to mind at this wild juncture

Bark

On an airplane

Jefferson

craving Somebody to Love

Unilaterally

Declared Independence

& filed for divorce

Citing licentiousness

Marty Balin & Grace Slick

Took purple berries

Before disembarkation

Pop

The missing fusilier

Found in barrel metal

Forensic analysis

reveals went by the name of

Dudley Ballistic