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Tag: christmas

All that’s fit to print…

Tom Daly comes out on you tube.

Has he a book out for Christmas?

Never liked him, smartass it seemed.

Could be a case of jealousy on my part,

but he always seemed

another cocky little bugger like

My Perfect Cousin –

Kevin the Div.

But, mind you, he was thrust

early into the public gaze;

like Shirley Temple, Judy Garland,

or the Daily Mail,

or grown up faces,

and apple sauce,

and Macaulay Caulking,

Micky Rooney, the Queen, and rusks.

Thinking about it

More like Zola Budd

Or Elmer Fudd

Perhaps.

The spectacle

Can be so fickle!

 

Ideal

Dark just winter.

 

Nine o’clock snooze.

 

Dream? Insomniac dishwasher.

 

A brief history of crockery.

 

All enamel is utility.

 

Hell freezes

 

under green almonds

 

and thyme withers

 

on the vine.

 

Silver tableware

 

Hot Cocoa Car Reverie

Illustration from below book

The cosmic chime of sub-atomic car clock

Inspired (drove) Samantha to yellow tears.

Fred Carnage clutched boiling plastic cocoa,

felt for her a lot: Why was that then ouch?

 

Bingo! It was Bloody Yule of course.

Her in fatigues sporting a bazooka,

he recalled, sipping with care…

The logo of Mothercare, in mist subsumed.

 

They shared the memory of a teenage pregnancy

A rollicking remembrance of a rampant ride for Fred.

The nightmare of an unmarked hospital grave for Sam.