Barberry strawberry cranberry raspberry
Blackberry boysenberry cloudberry mulberry
Bayberry puchiuberry loganberry gooseberry
Berry berry nice!
Keep your bacon, keep your ham
Keep your loganberry jam
No pastrami
No salami
In my sarnie I want Spam
Ain’t no bones, ain’t no brains
Ain’t no seeds, ain’t no grains
Slightly spicy
Tasty nicey
Spam ain’t got any veins
And the tin that it’s in
Kinda square, kinda thin
Ring pull lid
Key got rid
Spam don’t slice off your skin
So that’s Spam; good to eat
Not some cheap luncheon meat
Fried or cold
I’m just sold
Because Spam can’t be beat
There was a man called Peter Cherry
Who was fond of the loganberry
His friend Reg
Would only eat veg
But Peter found fruit made him merry!
I have never seen one like you before. What are you? Iam a believer , l believe the truth scripted in your brown eyes.
The dehydration left you wounded , your heart needs love you beautiful monster. It's the passion that brightens your character.
Half Dangerous , half delicious.
Part Extraterrestrial , part Human.
The redness of a bitter answer the crimson truth of a special seed.
Fertilised by growth , sunshine and the antagonizing coldness of winter , Snow White ' s lips the smile of a Prince.
Iam what you seek , l believe in a dream , l weep for a win .The friend in need , my life is my harvest , lam unique.
The earth has been drowned by the fiend
Deprived from its undergrowth
Stripped from the edible seed
Killed to the last in loath
By the toll of the sully
Millions have tasted the loganberry
But neither can you nor I
Neither go around the mulberry
Nor savoured what it bore
By the toll of the sully
The derrick has ruined us all
And the motors breathed venomous gas
The colour of life drained out of sight
The tone of silence now perished for the mortal
By the toll of the sully
The languish fossil, now a bailiff
The wrapper now an agitate
The weaklings now warlords
Littering around bunkum bombs
By the toll of the sully
The beings to consult for this
Our chart of lineage
Who sprawled obsessed with greed
Keeping the globe busy at risk
By the toll of the sully
Cool jazz notes
heady streams
rising phoenix clawed
from urban cellars.
Aural zip jangle
bourbon scents,
the cigarillo blooms
in opiate clouds.
Stray cat trashcans
metallically clatter
off dead zone alleyways
in night humidified.
Zap and jolt
shock inducer gates
at tramline pitstops
on broadway.
Risen fine hair tingles
on the forearm flesh,
aspberger genus fires
autistic focus.
Rainman obsessions
stave peripheral vision,
just neon scribble
lace wet glass.
The street-lore majesty,
gin and loganberry fetish,
collapse unstable
semantic pylons.
Power cable trawling
amniotic pools
I step and stiffen
electrified, infatuated.