Grimbeau

Scroodles

Tag: Chant

Theres a celibate sun
On the dry
Today

Trim Jim!
Clip your beard
Am I being heared
Or merely weird

What the Funken Garden Said

Please, I compost you,
Enrych my life!

‘He showered

he shaved,

he came back from the grave.

Lazarus…

Lazarus…’

The daily drudge is on.

Walk away, walk away.

Up and down the garden path

fetch your underwear.

Walk away, walk away

One step, two step…

collapse on the prickly pear.

Walkaway, walkaway

‘Sea above us,

sky below,

we’re upside down,

head to toe!’