I dig
My target throws sigh
But to clobber siege
I need to ping
To erect distinctive peg
You dig
Looking far the bridge
You seem having edge
You need go far-flung
Where is your colleague?
We dig
Best groove to clinch
Driving with efforts much
To elevate our urge
Need endorser(s) to bag
They dig
By virginal strength merge
Pledge-driven set them step-on-the-gas
Success to make marks
Not adequate of gang
He digs
Striving to reaching for star
Thinking of going faster
There is an adage
Stop thinking of dotage
Backup the seeming fig
She digs
Deeming it so overlong
Curiously wants to dodge
Wishes for early log
Ends up in marriage
He's enough an energy
Stark pineapple sap burns the tips of tongues
and tackies the soft pads of curious fingers.
Humidity that moistens the laughing brows
also drenches nervous palms.
Everything is damp and hot and on fire and sweet.
Sticky fingers course my arm, eyes glide over
my body~ half naked, glimmering with summer dew
do-
do you love me?
Say that love conquers all,
and that you won’t clobber my pulsing flesh.
Say you will not love me.
I only want respect.
For I have learned I may only choose
one of the two states.
Keep lying out of your sweet pineapple mouth
saying you do not love me.
and kiss me, trail your syrupy lips down
down my
skin~ lush and liquid
until that very body trickles.
And smile with your treacled mouth once the tap stops dripping sap
and say you do not love me.
And hold me in June-night’s heat.
Bare and sandy feet run wild across the summer beach
and unworthy mouths will dance the citrus dance tonight.
And the pineapple is almost run out.
and I am pulsing faster now
Quickly~
make sure you do not love me.
“Hey, Mom”
Hey, Mom!
I can’t sleep.
I’ve been awake for hours.
There are dragons at my door.
“Come crawl in beside me,” She said
“I’ll chase them far away.”
Hey, Mom!
I stubbed my toe.
It hurts really bad.
“Let me see.” She said
“Oh my gosh. I think it needs a kiss.”
Hey, Mom!
Johnny said I’m fat.
He makes me mad.
I want to clobber him.
“Come here a little hug will do,” She said
“You’re a diamond in my eye.”
Hey, Mom!
Can you take me to the park?
I want to ride a merry-go-round
And play in the sand.
“Let's ask a friend,” She said
“I’ll pack a lunch.”
Hey, Mom?
Could you tie my shoe
And button up my coat?
It’s cold outside.
“I’ll walk you to the corner,” She said
“And see you on the bus.”
Hey, Mom!
Can I stay up late
And watch TV with
You and Dad?
It’s time for bed
My little one
A little kiss will have to do.
Hey, Mom!
Would you read me
A bedtime story?
Sure, my little one
Now, It’s time to turn out the light.
“Sweet dreams,” She said, “Sweet Dreams.”
That’s what Moms do.
Hey, Mom!
“Happy Mother’s Day”
‘You’ve had one too many’
Declared old Paddy’s wife
She always spoiled his evenings
With her ‘trouble’ and her ‘strife’
‘I’m absolutely sober’
He replied with much aplomb
‘I’ve only had a couple
And I’m drinking beer, not rum’
‘I don’t care what you’re drinking,
You don’t know when to stop
I rue the day I married you
You useless, boozy sop’
‘Oh, hold your blather, Missus
Give that whinging voice a rest
The day you married me
I’ll have you know you got the best’
‘Got the best? Well I’ll be buggered
You really are a pain
I wish that you’d get off yer ass
And fix that broken windowpane’
Now at this Paddy got real pissed
And sat up in his chair
‘Don’t you talk to me of work!’
He said with wild-eyed glare
‘I’ve worked myself to death for you
But you only whinge and moan
I swear I’ll clobber you real good
If you keep on with that tone’
But she was unrepentant
And continued with her rant
On and on she chided him
With never ending cant
The last was one too many
For this much maligned hubby
So he lurched across the kitchen
And he hit her with his stubby!
A young lad, upset, with a tear in his eye
It is but a picture and yet I ask why
What, in my parlour, makes him want to weep
Loneliness, hunger or fear of some creep?
It’s said that his presence will bring to you ill
Since one burnt out house had this boy hanging still
But rumour and legend don’t sway me at all
Strange, how it suddenly fell from the wall
I gazed at the spot where the painting was lying
My wife said I think I know why the boy’s crying
I think that he knew he’d crash down on the mat
But I don’t think he wanted to clobber the cat.
Last Thanksgiving Day, I was berated
By my mother-in-law, I am hated
"You left giblets inside!"
She screamed. I could've died
My turkey dinner was doomed; ill-fated
I wanted to clobber her with a spoon
While she went on mocking me like a loon
My husband shut her down
Her smirk became a frown
When he called her a dried-up wrinkled prune
Ben is Australian, a BBQ king,
Burning and scorching meat is just his thing.
He came from Aus some years ago, and met his own lovely English rose.
He still has an accent, but has learnt to call his friends mate, instead of just cobber,
He loves fly fishing because you carry less clobber.
Ben's prefect day would be to catch a trout,
Then BBQ it and share it about
A time-tested spiritual banking,
Higher and higher one goes in ranking,
Slammed doors sweetly unlocking,
Hindering barriers unblocking…
From the wall one has been flung
And like a bag on a peg hung,
One beautifully bounces off,
Once more cooking better-off
Your trifle not with Malachi 3:10,
God having it written with His Pen;
No chance rubbishing of the injunction,
For whomever must get beyond our junction.
Tithe never is by rude force backed,
Wherefore their payers have often slacked;
Of course, to hellfire straight,
Who even does so late…
As much a robber,
Who could another clobber,
No less, The Shameless Looter,
Who easily turns A Shooter.
Florida is definitely in the USA
I’m kinda worried because Milt will soon be on his way
I found a map and studied it and found a ‘Melbourne’ there
I hope he gets the right plane or he could get quite a scare
So if Milt disembarks the plane and gathers up his clobber
I hope some Shiela doesn’t ask him, ‘How ya doing, Cobber!’
But fear not, Milton, if it happens, you’ll know what to do
Just dial zero, zero, zero, option eighty two
That’s should get a special secret agent sounding man
Just say the coded sentence which is simply, ‘I need Gran.’
Turbo Gran will meet you in her Speedy ice cream van
Her secret code will be to wink and say, ‘I need a man’
You say, ‘I need chocolate sauce, for chocolate sauce is best’
She’ll take you and your luggage and she’ll drop you at Key West
From there though, you’ll be on your own, for I must tell you that
They’ve got crocodiles and they’ll try to eat her cat
But Nitro-Cat will sort them out for he’ll know what to do
Which means that we can only hope those crocs do not eat you
Happy holiday Milt!
Men who hulking thugs lobby,
Now and then their hobby
To winning rivals clobber,
Hitting them until they slobber;
Their tunes for the piper
A much worse viper,
Venom as good a wiper
As enemy- silencing sniper.
Old owners of power
Mythical the eleventh hour
Their only message for The Youth:
A not- yet- your- time hurting truth.
That primary colored rainbow unicorn is too bright for my taste
Said the muted colored unicorn who was pretty much chaste.
We thought she was weird because frankly she was a bit off.
She had the hooves of a devil child and a frighten deer’s cough.
But of course, she was pretty, and she flaunted that in the stars.
We did not know what to make of her; she was full of pink scars.
Her mane was lavender and fluffy, but she was arrogant and mean.
She was the strangest bit of magic our star kingdom had seen.
What is your name? Someone asked, trying to be a tiny bit polite.
Ask me again and I’ll clobber you with every bit of my might!
This was surprising but made us feel our first impression was right.
She was the weirdest unicorn we would ever meet on this crazy night.
there's a bloke in this cafe wearing a cape
a macabre, satiny number
who does he think he is?
no one brings it up?
this clobber
this kind of attire
who wears 'em?
the neanderthals?
wolverines with thick fur
sewing tools around the campfire
a fifty-thousand year old siberian needle
for hoodies and beanies
the man of steel used to be evil
perhaps like this fella with his cappuccino
i tried power posing
in front of the mirror
i wore superman t-shirts
when sitting my a-levels
i wore a white lab coat
for my biology gcse test
no cigar
The elves are fighting over the Christmas bell again.
It is fragile and ringing, underneath my fat chin.
I will wish you a merry Christmas, my darling friend.
Before I clobber those elves. Will that damned ringing end?
Oh, man, they are poltergeists, and they have run into a wall.
I am frantic now, for they are less than four inches tall.
They can do a lot of damaging in there, without a chamber pot.
Have a terrific New Year’s, also. You are the only friend I’ve got.
Those giggling devils have turned out the light. This clearly ain’t right!
The pendulum jumps back and forth
I wonder if it ever gets bored
Really such a regular sight
Once to the left, twice to the right
What if I clobber it, with a hammer
Might stop the perpetual stammer
Slash it’s face, with a knife
Scar the second hand for life
Look at me, I’m never gonna stop
Oh you will, when my axe, takes a pop
Always moving, forever in time
Out of the blue, let’s off a chime
Go away! pick on someone else
That smokey candle, upon the shelf
Give me a scissor, I’ll snip its wick
Drink the hot wax, until I’m sick
They didn’t give me any pills today
Sometimes takes these voices away
Cannot control, demons in my head
Locked in an asylum, strapped to a bed
Tube down my throat, getting forced fed
Were not feeding you! oops enough said
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9/11/2021
Last Saturday it’s to the pub,
and walk inside the public bar,
where I met up with Tommy Judd,
who is at time’s a chump galah.
Tom was looking smart and slick,
in a custom tailored outfit.
Too flash to wear in public bars;
more suited as a Toorak kit.
‘Where’d you get that fancy clobber?’
I asked Tom and brought a drink.
Tom proudly smirked and stated,
‘It’s gifted from my wife I think.’
‘Yes my wife always surprises me,
but from work I came home early,
and there they were, my surprise -
she’s such a precious girlie.’
‘I could feel her enduring love,
for there’s this custom coat to wear,
plus these trousers in our bedroom,
and both draped across a chair.
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