Short Galled Poems

Have you heard about fishing for turds …
It’s for children and maybe for nerds
For brown floaters you’ll fish
Or there's nets which you swish
For once I’m almost lost for words!

My granny was shocked and appalled
Suggesting this toy be blackballed
Cos small kids may copy
Real poo’s (firm or sloppy)
If this happened I think I’d be galled

Thanks to my super friend Sundae for telling me about this toy!

09/15/20...

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For every stone I lay I bleed
Bone batterers the pile at my feet
Are foundations so I succeed
Making my triumph out of defeat
Brick by battering brick I laid
Each flesh fanged stone rising up
Against being sore and afraid
Grimacing but gulping from the cup
Of spite, of jealousy, of hate
Offered me; their secret hemlock
By which I am galled by fate
Poisoned since the auction block
With al my feathers littered there
These stones are my babel of despair....

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