Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: Poetry
January 26, 2013
A Knight Inn
forty thousand headmen rummage in the tummy. Yes guys, grub’s up! Sense of humour vacation; Mastermind your manners. Cormorant sandwich craft shop at Vivid Slobs. The How! The hell! Into the nitedark thunk and footfall of footpads and poops: planning permission grunted. Posit over that there, plummy and pipe cleanerly: Puffin on a cheroot. Gazeful of the Titian egg and soubriquet sandals. Beater Stuyvesant goes up in smoke; clam driver dorwning; lampshed and Romanov: reel purty Faberge muffin. Clop!
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Aside | January 19, 2013
The Sax of Joy
English: Mural in Beechfield street, Short Strand, Belfast, with the Gaelic text Slan Abhaile, taken 1995. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
So, Farewell then, Robert Kee
A great broadcaster
A fine head of hair
And
A short History of Island
A long short Haircut of
Ireland
Slan Abhaile
November 9, 2012
Nonscents
Time for a kick in the balls?
Forty seven head boys all in a row;
And ‘If’ one green headboy should accidentally fall?
Forty six won Nations banging on the floor:
A Barber’s floor!
Adagio for Skins; the Book of Common
Dare; St. James Infirmary Druze;
Quinn crying: ‘Muldoon of Finisterre…Davy Jones’
Beta Mocha, (mush lamented skipper
Of The Good Ship Lollipop) Tossed at
Seas like a top; then, plop there goes another
Blubber Free Ant.’
November 9, 2012
Fragment : October
I went to bed,
Then I got up again;
Dodgy guts don’t bring down.
Drank a tin of sunflower oil with pilchards in it;
Washed away with a coffee and a fizzy;
Now, I sit in darkness awaiting
Denouement –
A happy ending!
October 12, 2012
Poetic Champions Decompose
She Sings Good
Way downstream in
Sleeping Waters rise
Spring tides surge.
How very dare I meet her now,
brave the dangerous voyage?
The grass lies down in the valley below
Where milk cows ominous sit.
After hands work scripts that never end
Dawn to dusk when the cuckoo spits
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