Time did stretch and yawn and break
Winding into endless slithers
Of nothing
The base unit of all
Turn and twist the mortal plane
One road loops
Falls back on itself… in itself…
Of itself
Containing all in perfect empty fullness
To assault a banana is to create a drama
but not for the farmer who likes to
salt his narnas to feed to his llamas
who actually prefer sultanas
resulting in a banana-rama of banana munching llamas
Oh what a palaver
The banana-rama
of salting a narna
Which is really insulting to bananas
As it makes them sound like sultanas
which due to karma creates an uptight farmer
who will throw sultanas
At the assualter of bananas
even if they happen to be his llamas
But the farmers llamas love sultanas
And so have good karma for assaulting bananas
even when they are farmer salted narnas
for insulting llamas
As they get to much ob sultanas
Which they love
Oh what a drama!
The karma driven banana-rama of farmer llamas eating
sultanas for assaulting bananas the farmer has insulted by salted results in…
A banana-rama of a llama farmer panorama showing karma
Or maybe just a mess
well The farmer did do his best
I think he may need a rest from the stress of the banana-rama, drama of being a karmic llama farmer.
There’s a Timmy Puss and a Minni Puss
And don’t forget about the Betsy Boo!
There’s the Mistry Cat, who knocks the kittens flat
And don’t forget about old Clancy too
He’s a rather fancy tortious-shell and tabby
And they all purr together at the Snell-Pym zoo!
The Snell-Pym zoooooooooooo!
There’s a Jeany-Bow who is a bit of a rogue
But she’s really just a cutie pie!
That we call Bean
And she chases the cats with arms that flap
She likes dinosaurs and planes that sore
And don’t forget about chew-chew trains and more
She’s a toddler who’s thrown another wobbler!
Well that’s the J-Jeany rolls
There’s moles on the lawn and badgers in the hedgerow
Snakes in the compost heap
There’s a nut hatch there so the robin must beware
At the Snell-Pym Zoo
The Snell-Pym ZOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
It’s 6:30, it’s barely dawn
I reach and stretch and yawn
Must be quiet
Must be quick
Climb on my window sill with a stick
And with it reach the window next door
Tap tap tap I go
And wait and tap once more
Ah a movement yes! He’s awake
There’s a crop circle but it could be fake
We pull ourselves up and out
It’s pre-dawn or there abouts
Wrapped up in blankets as we go
About these aliens we have to know
Sneaking out into the world
My hair is short and full of curl
His is blond as can be
We must not, I repeat must not be seen!
He bought milk and I a chocolate bar
We’re hunting creatures from a very different star
Come to me my little lover
Angel of beauty with softest lips
Come to me my gentle one
Strong and kind with a sharpness
Wit and humour make you great
I miss you when you are gone
I crave you with my all –
as I promised on the day of matrimony
Come to me my little lover
Come to me with masculine tones
Softened and tempered
My lover come to me
I await with arms open
I am the only person in my family to go to university
They were so proud of me
With a future to find
Qualified
And science too!
Nice and practical
Almost engineering
Practically a craft
But I betrayed them
Am I down mines finding coal?
No
Am I earning a slick mint in the city?
NO!
Instead I’m * coughs *
Writing * coughs *
drawing * coughs *
Being an arty farty
They hand their heads in shame
As the neighbours whisper…
Did you hear her on the radio?
Or see her on TV?
Yeah their daughter
An arty celebrity!
Jean is the little girl
With the hair that likes to curl
And she likes a buttered bun
It likes to rain
Which is a bit of a pain
For a little girl called Jean
Who is so very full of beans
To be outside in the sun
Having lots and lots of childhood fun.
Large red heart shaped
Waiting to ensnare
Lighter at the core
Soft succulent
A summer treat
Artificail coxed to a sad perfection
You are over priced
Over engorged
Watery and compared to your ragga muffin ancestor –
Insipid
For the races,
For the hotels
For Pimms with ice and mint
But as nothing to the wild
Smaller than a finger tip
Mostly a ghostly white
They taste of strawberry
intensified
glorified
And best of all free!
Nestled in the hedgerows
Consumed by passing birds
And those few who know the secrets
Same really I can eat neither
Stupid food allergies.
Sound crashes over me
Continuos wave of noise
Distorting Intent
Blurring distinctions
People here, people there
Concephany of voices
Esculating with the day
Hemming my thoughts
No distinction of words
Just thunder booming
Loud undulations
Growing intense
Making me smaller
Retreat in silence
Boiled eggs
Fried eggs
Poached eggs
Pickled eggs
Curried eggs
Scotched eggs
Scrambled eggs
Nest eggs
Golden eggs
Chocolate eggs!