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Insurrection Blues (Guess we have no Therl Baps Monsieur)

 

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…the third day was by far the worst
our enemy the clement weather

as ever
said weather soon aligned itself to passive lamentation
and gentled us with suspect serenades

An inaudible gasp oft precedes the sacrificial therl baps
wherein a sharp intake of breath soon follows
Just try to imagine the look on his face
at the shock that overcame her self
when with numbers crunched up the gravel stairwell
and found us broken up like aggregate

Very like a legion jackboots stamping down hard on innocent faces worldwidely…

 

 

 

 

Captain Tom Pulls it Off!

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As Fizz bomb # 3 looms  big watch sunset smites dystopian manifesto probe;

clear sky thinking slowly sinking proffers us a frosty night; more beds than meds and
staff upset; liberty ships come at what cost?

Eye for the main chance that one; gets the job done mind you. Never hook a flounder after midnight or overlook a gift horse in your face; two fingers offer up a blind spot afore you go.

No look before leap opt out elsewise; refuse or nimbly fencesit riding shotgun for the pigs
Unprepossessed of full fat free range facts and fingers; thus impeded by a bunch of fives till dukes issue a halt to hilarity;
the wicker vicar throws a tantrum in a crowded one stop shop; why just stand giving out incendiary bon mots; head balled is no surprise;

An abbreviated nap follows rural retreat;
wait and see now ennit. Ennit never comes clean. To pull the other one: an invite to allcomers. RSVP. OUI. Four ponds and eighty two stents and cheap at half the price.
Stagnant wet fish market. Sinister Culverts? You bet your ass on that Nelly.

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