Best Woad Poems

For Ian Diddams and my Dad

So what’s the crack with rugby?
My father used to play
He’d come home with an injury
Every other day
My mother used to worry
He was quite deaf to her fears
Her futile protestations fell
On cauliflower ears
Oh so many broken bones
As trophies he would wear
Those...

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Hewwo and Mewwy Cwistmas dearwest Bugsy!
Season's gweetings to you Daffy D!
So gwad you fwew out this way
Bwess my bones, if it ain't Wosemite Sam!
(Pweeze weave your shotgun in the guest womb)
Good gwacious, it's my owed fwiend Porky!
Petunia! You wook absowootly wavishing
Come in and rewax; take...

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"Darling, where have you been, Iv'e missed you so!"
"Oh darling, I'm tewibbly sowwy, I forgot to tell you
Where I went! I hijacked a lowwy; just told him to go
Which he did. Awft to the bushes and went to the loo.!"

"Oh darling, that must have been...

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CHI - RHO    IN  THE  BOOK OF KELLS 


A millennium and more since it left the Scottish shore,
Chi -Rho  Christ’s name 
Swirling  in an anaesthetising trance induces
The soul-memory  back  to an  isle,
Called Lorn settled by...

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You people must beweeve it has become a habit
I keep chasing after that squweey wabbit.
Now he has a fwiend who is a big bwack duck.
I twy to catch them both, but without any wuck.
I have my shotgun weady with ammo.
Earwy in the morning I awways...

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Leaders whom we followed
Are very rare, sporadic woad
Who cures by brain stowed
With lots of info like Spode.
Mrs. Jyoti Kumta, a Daniel, rode
Like a strong horse strode
And asked all of us to goad
Upon values, which we towed
Earlier on an unknown road.
Thanks to Jyoti who mowed
Our ignorance...

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whisper manner closed
wild the tone the muse mildly
weening hear the woad...

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whisper manner closed
wild the tone the muse mildly
weening hear the woad
...

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