Grimbeau

Scroodles

WB Yeats (1323-1657)

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The Plough &

The Stars in black &

white relief

triumph emphatically

allover my will

sporting slate black uniforms

parading John Ford

paddywhackery.

Some toothless Barry

Fitzgerald

lopsidedlymoustachioed

does unbalanced

convincingly

in tatty old hats

& assists a terrible beauty

down paradise road.

Tim Peake Gagarin

becomes more human traffic.

Good riddance to guinea pigs.

Smiley’s pupils shrank

on witnessing Stanley

Holloway in drag

(Some re-entry queries remain)

Tim Peake Blasts Off

faulk

A three red night sucks

its denouement this morning.

All lights on and doors left causal open.

Perfect funeral weather.

Took the cure but it ain’t got through.

Think I’ll pester F-Bomb in a mo.

Naught doing on

the scribble western front.

Guts gargle in red

wine and ready salted crisps.

Permanent wet dusk.