The Party for Moderate Progress Without the Bounds of the Law
You remember Gonks: foam stuffed cabbage patch dolls born of an oil crisis; Mister Mennish in a way; eminently home-makeable – scissors, clear glue, felts of varied hues & farbs – you got your Gonk! Mine was called Paulus,
after a little gnome who welcomed
all and sundry
to his home.
My Personal Paulus disintegrated
after a vigorous thrashing
in our twin tub.
It always had
a masochistic streak…