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I've been scribbling again...

Poems in 140 characters or less...

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 where once jane austen perambulated
    with robinson crusoe and defoe
some yob a duck has strangulated
    and bicyclists whizz to and fro

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 today just is - tra la
not fat not middle not thin
nor chump nor rump nor chop
today just is - tra la

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 One day I shall write a poem on a train
that captures in aspic the bypassing refrain
of house tree house horse pylon house again

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 on her powdered decolletage
crumpet buttered tears
 the letter like Wilde's nightingale

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 close up the humber
the gate of hull
grims-be you spurn
the warning withernsea

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 Yes England
East Anglia does look fat in that dress
though this glass slipper
 fits Cornwall like a glove

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 pigheaded Wales
Anglesea eared
 they drink Brains
in Cardiff's jowl I hear

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 Polyhymnia the doctor said
take two Barrett Brownings
and stay in bed

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 smart-alecky frogs
on wet logs
 in dank bogs
want snogs

 but offer no promise
 nor magical ending

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slipped gated ginnel
beloved of friday fumblers
 dead drunks incontinent dogs
discarded monday fags

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In the art gallery I was five again
all those willies and bums
and no firm hand to stop me laughing

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peace:)