Squeezebox
gift your worst enemies:
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Tag: Ditty
October 5, 2013
POV
Had a jar with Dora Maar
thought
She’s not like how she’s painted
A two-faced bitch’s a trifle rich
Still,
Her reputation’s tainted
September 10, 2013
Rite
So,
we
offer up
these
well-prepped
ants testes
to you
gods
of the
firm
ament
for
the
fecund
ditty
of this our
crop of love
age.
Be nice
for this
once,
we
have grown
tired
of
August 20, 2013
Cat’s Eyes
As I was working on my stare
I saw a man who was not there
He wasn’t there again today
I wish my stare would go away
May 22, 2013
You’ve got to…
disseminate the creasote,
eliminate the soft soap,
perpetrate a bank job,
and don’t mess with canneloni beans
You’ve not to…
obliviate the blue note
denigrate an old scrote,
consummate a dead goat
and then defenestrate the queen
look at the sun
it’s great fun
make yourself blind
and then it’s done
darkness ain’t all bad
remember to…
make a resolution
to eat a rosicrucean
and celebrate confusion
and don’t go to sleep before your dreams
One more time!
Don’t go to sleep before your dreams…yeah!
May 21, 2013
Festooned
Tonnes
Of Sonnets,
One net son,
Stone nots,
Nests,
Onset tones,
Snot.
Soft font
Toff
Notes
On
Foxes
Sent
Off
May 17, 2013
Villanelly the Mastadon
Villa Nelly the Elephant
Phew! Thank Zeus for that, now it is over
Free at last of the drivelling, humdrum forum
Safely rest in peace and eat ambrosia!
Netiquetee niggly no-no’s off you go, Sir!
Untrammelled by the facile, graceless boredom
Phew! Thank Zeus for that, now it is over
No longer shall one have to soft demur
To the basilisk eyed referential quorum
Safely mush some peas and eat ambrosia
For twenty nights in the same pullover
Horse latitudinal, relentless doldrums,
Break free, get out of that, now it is over.
Have you waited on mention of a four-leaf clover?
Or dreamt of gliding condors of the sun
So say, thank Zeus for that, now it is over.
I dreamt last night as wracked by farce and bovver
A phrase I forgot came back to me, ‘Have Fun!’
Phew! Thank Zeus for that, now it is over
You can safely rest and eat ambrosia.
September 12, 2012
reality tv
I toyed a while with Jeremy Kyle,
And took the lie detector.
I ate his face and it tasted vile;
My name is Hannibal Lector.
September 8, 2012
Hauticulture
Where is my Life
Where has it gone
Asked the corduroyed classes
Of Monty Don
How would I know
That is not fair
Were the asinine questions
Of Rupert Bear
Grimbeau 