Owl Speak
Issugh jurnee inn
Two A toothy ungnome
Jellow nomadick
Fine dingduh pursa fleedum
Inner bling-ding ovum I
Issugh jurnee inn
Two A toothy ungnome
Jellow nomadick
Fine dingduh pursa fleedum
Inner bling-ding ovum I
Sense and fear of dying year;
dry naked weathered boughs,
shade damp amber fall.
A cruel clinical eastern wind
Eviscerates, then
sets fire to Summertown,
petrified eye witnesses
crawl back underground
and hide in readied
fumigated demi-rooms
Small minded? Mind made small, caged in, malnourished, smirched, lank
The loop games slept through last night until the nocturnal screamer started up
Broods and modest flocks peruse the evidence with fine-toothed combs, displaying unnatural penchant for forensic deduction
Pole cats who think big rarely make it
The tell tale signs of cupidity give rise to cause for concern
Flawed methodology must never be ruled out
Make sure when you smash it you give it one hundred and ten per cent
Leave all of it out there on the track
Always be mindful of sunken corduroy turnpikes
Spoilt for choice at the postern gate
Never yield to incessant misfortune
Nearly time to scratch your forearms blackberrying
When was that time the toad winked back?

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settEes gently All
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(my HUt-n-TutT)
conStructive nOiseS (OMnes F-oFF!)
ecHoes in…
e.c. O’sHambles
scRumPLed Sand’s tOneD disneYlunTs
deR phoney war isT uBer
eLeveNth houR
(p)RepaRations
underwEggs fu:r
voleSoul sLaughter

—a coalition of crackpots, by gum!
Well Would you Adam & Eve it?
Irony ladies morphing into ragdolls
before your bleary eyes
denies defies all common sense, she sighs.
It ought not be allowed, she bled.
Curtains shut below but not above,
marked down by the mental sentinel
‘Must have Gone to Hull in a Handcart
hijacked on the run in Kingdom come’
or caught red handed
counting fingers in the till
Golden City of tiny lies,
Pottersville emits more heat than light
ominous stench of ordure
So who was it scared the horses?
All enemies are liars
I am an enemy
Cogito ergo summer suit
Pass me a government
I think there’s one in my rainbow
Shunshine & showers wee small hours
Aha! Red biddy bam a lamb
It’s a blunderful midwife
This should never have happened
To us Old Etonians, they say
As June provides an end to May—
Contrary opinion
urges surgeons disembark
the good ship selfie
& comprehend I & I
made of space uncuttable