Big joB geTs me Up
coNgress on aNti-mA:tters
– wasH & blOw Dry
Back Abed fOr SoMething
uNderStood & mOre zEddds
(c’minG neXt sEconD…)
Fluffup bed & pUll bLinds toO.
SlEep NogO zonE
(aArgh, diDdums!)
6.51: coLd, cOld, colD –
uP the theRmOstaT tO 22c:
nEws, sNooze, cRuisE…uP theM woodY
stAirs to wasHhouse
(acc: a mUzak buGleR, cHip)
cOOkhouse sOunds siZZle,
sPlash, coLd wAter RunninG…niCE!
&,,.
wHy
(kNot)
SuN
(deaRth)
LyncH tUm(m Y)
lumBago
Z(sin)g-PainZ
We got twelve torsos
day tolling primrose and gold.
Syrup drips contemptuous
Nectar wrecking slurp insists.
No showers today so far.
Slowly feeling slow.
Chaotic anger.
Syrup drips voluptuous.
A barmy marches elsewhere
Looking for vittles
S o yO u
fEe L
likE maKing A
maRk on tHe wOrld ?
(?)
!
A wuND wHat
(aLways)
pHew
…
heAls itSelf Up aFterWord
& NamE iT
(druM RoLL)
‘GUn(gee)Truckism’
~
OOoze aBoot dat den?
sUb-Genres inclUde:
fauX geNder flUid dad(Ahh)
(y a W Nnn)
~
poStScryPtriPfliplinO
na(no-one)anism
algaerhythm & blu(es)
exPresto lipsti(ck) pUnk
miNdwipe cRing(e)WorthiEs
nobodYism
£$d
…tHat’ll do nIcely, siRe!
CatChy MonKey toO
a BB a n iCe n s d a Y
fuN ny PaPer(r) S
2xKwik-
G=gLance
Zoot rays strobe Stockholm as Sweden Burghers rise up wreckful with smash up attitude.
The whole wode world spoofs a spreadsheet of posset and dross.
Valhalla orchestra plays misty for Major Sixty-Nine & his otter Abalone:
Human race factors at play again and again over time
History stopped at 6.37 GMT
Light crimson hand cream the emollient of top choice for kNutjobs
Shares in Cochineal soar like Anna Neagle.
Theft rash at Cannes: jewels to blame.
Ferrari elopes with Mercedes –
Dante fitted up – same old Dumbass yarn spun
Eccles cake bomber found in rural microwave:
‘Little Imps!’ said a fishbowl spokeshave weeping in his absinthe.
‘Mine’s a sweeper.’ Incoholic dribble drabble if one must ask.
Caustic soda fountains are good for you.
Indolent sex safer than casual sex:
Comatose Times.
Red shank racket exposed in wetland areas
after drone surveillance by Graf Zeppelin.
Turkish Delight found in Royal Jelly:…
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Post meridian
my little cupcake commits
genocidal actions:
hangs a false lord
by the neck till dead;
visits the haberdasher
after a light lunch
of eggy surprises
deep fat fried in
grand larceny
and hair lacquer;
kicks and sniggers
a begging wastrel
when no-one’s looking;
and indulges in
radical origami.