Monthly Archives: April 2017

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.

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PS To be safe…

One Cornish, One Devonish (or Devonian)

Toilet rolls

Fizzy water

Creamy Mashed Potato

Cream of Chicken Soup

Eggy Custards

Yeo Vanilla Yoghurt

Raspberry Ripple Ice Cream

Soft Rolls.

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.

Recycle poets!

They’re biodegradable;

Bury one and see!

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.

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.