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Below are the all-time best Jo Saunders poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Norrie the Narwhal

There once was a Narwhal named Norrie
Who went for a drive in a lorry
They crashed into a truck 
His horn lanced it, bad luck
And the holey truck driver is sorry.

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So Bribe Me

So you want this so bad?
Incorrigible lad
Your excesses will come back to haunt you,
But we may do a deal
Under this seal
Unless common sense doth daunt you.

Should push come to shunt
You’ll bear the brunt
Of an outlying cost that may shock you,
A bribe? You dare say
And ask me a game to play
For which the police will surely up-lock you.

Me too? Oh joke on,
You son of a swan,
They’ll never catch me this millennium
For my name is quite clean
By all I am seen 
As the pillar upholding nobelium.

My bribe price, you ask?
I’ll take you to task
For using a term disrespectful 
I’ll write it down here
… stop looking so queer
Or I’ll change my tone to neglectful.

When I’m gone on my way 
You can see my say, 
The paper is here ‘neath my placemat
And if you agree
My lawyer you’ll see
To comply you’ll be sporting a lace hat.

He'll sort you out,
You son of a trout
And see that we both get our wish met
But don't try to pump us
Or he'll cause such a rumpus
That you'll want soon to face your Kismet.

So farewell for now
Oh son of a cow
We’ll not see each other again
For I’m off to travel
And mysteries unravel
Along the Brazilian main.

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Dragons For Contest, Written 18 Oct '15

Down they swooped, so keen,
In perfect vee formation
Bronzes, browns, a green
Two blues and, showing elation, 
Lastly, at midpoint, the great golden Queen
Beloved of our tiny nation,
Their plate sized eyes awhirr
As they sought new station.
The sulphur smell
Near knocked us out
Reminiscent of the hell
Of the recent rout.
They parted ranks to let her through
She landed, claws ascreech
Then the cohhort came in two by two
Onto the hold’s deserted beech.
We stood and stared, such is their beauty
Wiry wings preening, scales a-gleaming, 
Nostrils wide, flaring; we forgot our duty
Watching the huge claws, necks and tails a-steaming.
A cry was heard, we’d near forgotten
The riders perched high and tiny a-dragon back
We caught ‘em as they slid down harness rotten
From exposure to dragon-flame 
And invasive. searing enemy thread
Dragonback fighting is no game
‘Twas a mercy none were dead.
Into the hot baths the riders tumbled
Soon to get out, red and scrubbed,
And all to refectory they then stumbled
And as they ate, shoulders would be rubbed.
Outside dragons noble, groomed, of all harnesses relieved
Rose as one and pointed to the prairie
Soon became small, on their way to feed
On herd-beasts fleshy and not too hairy
And so we went to the inner ring, there
To spread fresh grass for dragons’ beds 
And check their water with great care
And bring pillows for their noble heads.

[Apologies to Anne McCaffrey.]

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Zyx

Zapping your xylophone
While viewing unhappiness
The still reverberating quietus
Pounds on my limbo.
Kings jump in high garters
Feathered elands dive
Catching beautiful aardvarks.

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Outside My Window

I was musing
the title
Of this
When I first lay back 
And forgot to be aware
As I lay back,
Forgot the anticipation 
Of joy
Which always comes
Before I lie back 
Before the hot water 
Reaches, and needles
Into my nervous system
All along my back
And small hot wavelets
Make their way 
Round my neck …
It only really works
When 
I first, in a 
Hot bath and after
Activity, or when 
In pain
And I, with an 
Open mind
Empty of Titles,
Empty of
Everything 
But the bath, 
There is only this bath
The bath …
Sit, and then
… slowly …
To extend the bliss
Lie back
Even the whim, the
Inclination to  write
In the bath nay to write
… I must write
About the bliss
Of lying back
… I do it …
And yet do I revel in it
Sit, and then slowly,
To extend the bliss
Lie back
Oh so 
Slowly
Feel the water …
The water
The hot water
As it Meets 
… Every …
… Point …
Along … my … spine
Feel the lapping
As I become
submerged
Bit … by … bit
Oh! the shoulders
Glory
The lower neck
And shudders go through me
Of delight
And more,
Feeling the wavelets
About my neck and
Arms and knees
Ecstatic
Body ecstatic, the water
Love and caresses
Sending
To all parts of me.
Yea to all parts,
Indeed
The heat and the cleansing
Reach my soul …
… Ecstasy …
… Bliss …
… Only this …
But
Now comes the sound
 of sweeping
  Broom wielded by blue-clad worker
   Outside the window
    Sweeping the drive
      With systematic strokes 
        Outside the window,
 The sweeping
  Bringing a rush of thoughts
   Unwelcome now 
    And emotions …
     Too many to name …
Peace … 
Water …
Peaceful water all about me
I am entering a new now
A new present
To be enjoyed
So …
Time to put down my pencil,
To wash, to get out
And smile.