Terry Flood Poet Rhyme

Figuratively Speaking: a Compendium

Figuratively Speaking... a compendium

I’m having slugs for dinner
Twelve dozen on toast
Some people turn their nose up
Apparently that’s gross

I’m joining metal plates
Using heat to make them meld
I haven’t got it finished yet
It’s not the end of the weld

Noah built an ark
And he bought a plastic coat
He’s waiting for the rain to come...
Whatever floats your boat

He couldn’t shift the damned thing
Even though he winched it
But then he found it moved twelve mil 
Cos somebody half-inched it

I’m tired of being flesh and blood
I’d like to change some day
If I was made of paper
I’d be blown away

Four hundred pounds he weighs
That’s bigger than me gran
He weighs more than a camper-van
That’s really heavy man

It landed on some azure paint
That, as yet, wasn’t dry
Then flew around the light bulb
Like a blue arsed fly

Have you seen a flat-fish
With an over made-up face
Taking drags from handmade fags
It’s fairly common plaice

I’ve got three violins
One left, one right, one middle
I never use the second one
I won’t play second fiddle

He’s standing on the glued bit
Where the pipe split on a bend
Slipped off first time he tried it
But now he’s on the mend

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