Rain fall watEr Stands
Puddling ephemeral paThs
wind Gusts aIr flows Springs up streaMs
convulsive Wadis rumble
fiCkle rivulets
fissured croOks & nannies
impUlsive caterpillarS
oVer exuBerant touriSts
Pulsate treMulous raindrops
wayward hEdgelings drip
evacuate imMaculate
faMily BlOssom
honeY suckles gRows
rain fall water stands still windowsill
wind gusts air flows springs up streams
trickle fickle rivulets
compulsive seepers weep caterpillars
pulsate tremulous raindrops
evacuate prevaricate
watery gravy drippy
emancipation station
precipitation nation
capitulation taken
&,,.
wHy
(kNot)
Wireless witterings
Rain clouds
Gather to shower
On the hour every hour
Amaryllis flowers
Mulls of Gawd grin slow
butt exceeding snailspace
Grub time encroaches
They call it slowmo Monday
Tuesday’s just salad
Wednesday’s shrivelled lettuce
Thursday’s undressed crab…
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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DiD AnyOne Ever tEll
You (You look like The Dead Sea Scrolls!)
THat’s eXactLy whaT
I…Thum(b)pff!
(Owtch WassaTt orla bough?)
TourEtte’s 1: AsperGer’s niL
‘Yi y am
A Pas s
eN Gerr r
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‘Just walks around sweating, does nothing but sweat…and fart. Yeah, sweating and farting, and grunting too. Sweats, farts, and grunts. The man is a disgrace!’ raged Nobby, hopping shrewdly on his good foot.
‘What did he ban you for then?’
‘I called him a fat, lazy, turd.’
‘I see.’
And Henry did see. He had discerned a pattern emerging since Nobby offered to stick a hot poker up his arse in July after a lurgy. Quarterly cycles, circadian rhythms, in-growing toenails, attention seeking behaviour, and six pints of Old Tharg each lunchtime had taken their grotesque toll.
‘ I’m going down the Zephyr from here on in.
Henry was confused.
‘You mean the Zodiac?’
‘Yeah. See you Sunday.’
‘Okay, Boss.’
–
With Flo away and Headcase post-traumatically shocked from a wolfhound goring Henry was all for the quiet life. Summer had been pointless, autumn dormant, and now with winter’s onset…
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‘Hello…Flo! Are you in?’
Henry recoiled nearly dropping the enriched uranium in the chicken pellets. Of course he recognized the voice immediately, Gina: Gina Orbit, quite capable of talking her way around a sizeable planet, but somehow got stuck after the piano incident with her late chimpanzee, Alf. While sashaying through town a piano had missed her shoulder by six inches and landed plumb on her head, a detached g-string had severed Alf’s head. The piano was in pieces and Gina had got off lightly with primrose catarrh and mild headaches when she heard Grieg.
‘Flo! It’s me…Geeenah!’
Henry aborted his pastime, wiped the enriched uranium and put it back in the elephant’s foot.
‘Hello, Gina…she’s climbing the Old Man of Hoy and picking up some anchovies, probably be back at teatime Wednesday.’
‘Oh, it’s you Henry’ she said with remarkable powers of perception in one so thick. Perhaps…
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