Long Snivelling Poems

My auntie winter's icy breath wacked my bare face hard, when I step out earlier on
She gave me the cold shoulder and iced me out with a frosty glare for no reason at all 
it's...

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A definite bonehead moment

since revised when das scribe 
made laughing stock of himself 
(circa ~ 8:30 post meridiem 
December twenty eighth, 2022).

A retrospective account
revisited courtesy the following 
honest to dog doe eyed, 
doofus dopey dilemma
allows,...

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Good King Wenceslas again
On the feast of Stephen
Saw the snow spread white and plain
Deep and crisp and even.
Afar a snowy hump in sight
Attracted his attention
Could it be that something might
Need royal intervention?

"Hither, page, and stand...

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Banished for years

I found myself wandering around on a sacred land

away from my normal life 

I found sanctuary and peace in a unknown place

the stiff pacification allowed me to hear the

second hand stroke on the...

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Remember me in my memories, 
I feel no resemblance yet I stem from these. These parasites upon the land. Refusing to elevate, hand in hand. 
As the ocean melts into the sand, so I stand,...

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She wouldn’t stand no nonsense, she wouldn’t take no bull
She wouldn’t pull no punches, she would tell me – warts and all
She really was a true, true friend in every sense of the word
Always there...

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A mole was looking out for worms by digging underground
Suddenly the soil ran out and he was digging sand
Then all at once his ears picked up a scared whimpering sound
And when he saw two eyeballs...

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Ground pregnant with wetness,
the two lone trees stood in the walled compound,
on three sides there were walls,
on the other ran a drain,
a fetid mosquito ridden drain,
not much in width,
but so intense,
that odor competed with any...

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Ivor is a bastard,
he’s been through thick and thin.
But everywhere that Ivor’s been
disaster follows him.

He got a job in Warrington
to run a bunch of lads.
A groaning mass of humankind
with problems unsurpassed.

They felt their world was...

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Is there a humour therapist in the house?
Sitting here, chortling, do not grouse,
If you abuse crumpets, men,
You undermine your own best interests, do you ken?
Then you don't get crumpet, men,
Or is men a rude word,
...

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I have a still snivelling mirror
From the silk-cotton tree
But can that take the stabbing cowries 
From my heavy,swollen foot?

I am in the dark the naked she-goat
Panting over flying stones.
I must eat washings of my half-thread...

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I saw you crying, next to the bubbling brook..
Taken again, eh?  You really are a shnook!

Trusting new friends, my, you are dumb!
You have less brains than a fat, ripe plum

People are on the take,...

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