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Richard III (Part Two)

 

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Been a hard day’s night

Found my bollocks in my gob…

You fill in the rest

Butter

portrait of a Sicilian girl

 

Enoch smoothed mum’s

scrawny brow with

the buttercup

 

‘Flamboyance, flamboyance…’

Her favourite word:

He whispered it.

 

She sleeps

He takes the tray

End of day

 

 

 

Rude Awakening

Jackie Wilson said...

 

it’s a new dawn

on a new day

and i’m feeling

wood

Toad Moon

frisbee

 

palpable sea change

calypso ipso facto

red rum chronicles

The Die is Cast Off

Benn

 

…aside from scrub

scatted Street Legal,

flew solo around

the warm grey upstairs

spreading love

and affection with

my every breath.

I had a pony:

its name was Lucifer…

Fred Carno’s Circus

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Show on road? No…

Isolated blizzard,

hail, frog rain, bubonic plague, GPI,

These and sundry vilenesses

prevent Lifter Finger & Hans Turn

Fulfilling promises of gardening.

 

A pluperfect spring morning

wasteland of historic neglect

disgrace my spiffing gaze.

The road to oblivion is paved

with claptrap and obliquy.

Nothing comes of nothing

never…

Cuddly Vicars #8

atkin

 

Feeling lucky, mucky, clucky?

Spike the Curate’s eggs.

Wind’s dropped, termite respite;

north-westerly’s will freeze

your bollox off.

No vest for the whack-ed.

Fools down tools

play pooh-sticks in the urinal,

paper boats float upstream

(a blocked drain in Sao Paulo).

The Surgical Spirit of Joy

piles

 

More murky murk

Mufti wades through grey

Morning Match of Day

No blocked beds

Must scrub up

Ready for Theatre

The Schism

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Ten at night

The pie is dead

Remember The Grapes

Sickly sweat clings

Cold cascades

What is he barking at?

The moon is out

Down The Grapes

With the stars, some hasbeens

And four screaming wannabes

Called The Vermeers

I couldn’t make it:

Artistic differences, you know

Matters of principle

Moral scruples

Skint

 

 

Getsworse

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The giddy minstrel lived on fruit

Flies, moguls, caprice and hunks

Of Cheese and Bread

 

She did not give a damn about

What

Anybiddy said

 

Once munching on an oligarch

She tittered and got silly

Convulsed in laughter and bit off

A substantial lump of Willy