Nothing is…
The opposite of something.
And something is…
‘… happening here today
A show of strength with your boy’s brigade…’
And do you put the jam on first…
…or the clash…
…of Cornish and Devonshire people
May result from a rash
Move.
–//–
PS To be safe…
One Cornish, One Devonish (or Devonian)
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Toilet rolls
Fizzy water
Creamy Mashed Potato
Cream of Chicken Soup
Eggy Custards
Yeo Vanilla Yoghurt
Raspberry Ripple Ice Cream
Soft Rolls.
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I am a woman in love
With another woman
That makes me…
A woman
Nothing more
Nothing less;
Guess you’ll have to learn how to live with it
I know, shocking, isn’t it?
No. Not really,
It’s part of life;
And, ‘Mano a Mano’
Is just the same.
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Recycle poets!
They’re biodegradable;
Bury one and see!
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Would you rather have…
A wonky donkey?
Or a wonky monkey?
Or, how about, a wonky octopus?
If you had to choose just one…
Could you?
And I’m not even going to mention a wonky winkie!
I’m thinking…
In the ocean…
Thinking,
Wondering;
Whether it would be better
To be ‘inthide’ the thubmarine
Rather than ‘outthide’
(Which ith conthiderably wetter…)
I wath thinking…
Then, I thank.
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Words
Nobody likes me
Everybody hates me
Just ‘cos I writes words
Long, thin weedy ones
Short, fat chewy ones
Pulling no punches
No free lunches
I just writes them words
Nobody loves me
Everybody hates me
Because I’m a poet
And I writes words.
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A Flea’s Knees Poem
Note: In Victorian Times a man could faint from the sight of a lady’s ankle
Please, please, don’t jump on the bandwagon,
Don’t join the disease,
The sight of your knees
Fills me with unease
And I know we are fleas but, please…
‘I‘ get a buzz from the sight of bees’ knees
And the smell of warm cheese
Well, who can there be that disagrees
When the smell of Bries
Is upon the breeze?
Updated Nursery Rhymes
There was a crooked man
Who wasn’t straight
He went to see his doctor
Who had to operate
On dotted line
He had to sign
Before the deed was done
And now he’s fine
With straightened spine
And he’s also lost some weight.
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This is a poem entitled ‘With and Without You’
Trout
Trot
Spout
Spot
Pout
Pot.
I could go on…
But, I’m kind; and so I won’t.
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