jam trap

by grimbeau

Jam tomorrow and jam today—how I hate those pesky jam traps. Venus Fly, Man
And Honey aren’t much to write home about either

now I come to think of it. Best to avoid them all, or trigger them with a barge pole or pole vault pole from a safe distance behind a rubber gum tree

Early days of future past, soap sudsy bubble bath, flyblown tumbleweed scuds, pink candyfloss monstrosity coated in wasps

stand up and be counted out on a technicality, retire to the Galapagos, going over old ground, check the lobster pots for squatters

Harrison Birtwhistle whispers sweet nothings, thistles bristle purple thorax, gentian blue crab apples skedaddle helter skelter down the lane