no word of a lie…

by grimbeau

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



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