Bats In The Belfry Poems - Poems about Bats In The Belfry

A flying house! I have never seen such a sight! This was said from the east, the north, the south and the right. It’s bats in the belfry! A Halloween expert said as he looked in the sky. I watched the house swoop almost to my head as it flew on by....

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I asked a slug “tell me of beauty” He passed me a slimy smile And sped away. Who would trust a Ferret With the family jewels? Do they make tiny Peloton wheels My hamster is getting fat. Why is the Mantis praying And what is it praying for? Do fat house cats envy the mouse’s freedom? When a snail gets sick Does he become a shell of...

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The bats in the belfry were taking a selfie Their costumes were super, for daddy was wealthy But children sized bats made the pastor unhealthy And yet his departure was still rather stealthy The fancy dress shop man has now got a shelf free He had three bat costumes but doubted he’d sell three ’til someone walked in and said, Sir...

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Back in the fifties when people had scruples The MOST insulting insult ever uttered by humans Meant your head was empty Only bats lived in your belfry Which really meant your mind is poo pooing...

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have you seen nothing and head the sound did your mind do an illusory prank? have you felt a touch from no one around have you considered yourself just to be an old crank? have you forgotten some memories of your ‘hey days’ watched some westerns and thought you were there? saw the ocean in the distance which...

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Got bats in my belfry and I'm pretty damn proud There's so many up there they can get pretty loud Earplugs don't help Let out a big yelp As I run around naked creating a big crowd...

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Got bats in my belfry and I'm pretty damn proud There's so many up there they can get pretty loud Ear plugs don't help Let out a big yelp As I run around screaming creating a big crowd...

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Like the hordes of bats which surround the belfry of our old clock tower wild images scurry around pressing my mind without referee. When the moon and stars appear, illuminating sea and sand, sights unseen which ears can hear - my incessant tongue may set free.   written July 2016 I promised myself - no quatrains this year so I broke the rules....

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