back first
the boy shouted
redfaced gasping and pleased
didn't say how he'd tripped his bro
just wheezed
*
of sight
I'll only say
it's a thing all of light
of how it lights upon your eyes
just right
*
which eggs
do you revile?
I don't much like ostrich
and I always find crocodile
too rich
*
of you
it's sometimes said
that your breath is dreadful
and that insects slowly circle
your head
*
wanted:
one parachute
to avoid being hurt
failing that I'll just have to spread
my skirt
*
just watch
while I eat fire
and juggle three ocelots
while reciting Pope and hanging on
a rope
*
Wii Sports
and then Wii Sex
but in my snicket
if it don't make you sweat it's not
cricket
*
asket
not hand bask et
hell basket handle ooh
but sketband what basket for it
can you
*
the fete
was a washout
it rained over the cakes
dancing girls slipped over and made
mistakes
*
glisten
go on glisten
get yourself all lustred
smear on some shiny stuff, perhaps
custard
*
I flush
the dead goldfish
she smites a kettle drum
the kids watch the funeral rites
struck dumb
*
trail her
until she drops
my trailer trash woman
done run off with the kids and burned
the crops
*
his part
was a small one
even for the chorus
at least he didn't get time to
bore us
*
sophists
like to quibble
and argue the detail
how a slug with a shell is not
a snail
*
then Icke
in turquoise sheen
addressed his acolytes
warned them of that evil lizard
the Queen
*
the Snore
what they call him
for the rumbling guffaw
that issues from his hoglike rump
and maw
*
quite mad
is what you are
Mister Jay Harpuhay
for eating that Cadillac car
that way
the boy shouted
redfaced gasping and pleased
didn't say how he'd tripped his bro
just wheezed
*
of sight
I'll only say
it's a thing all of light
of how it lights upon your eyes
just right
*
which eggs
do you revile?
I don't much like ostrich
and I always find crocodile
too rich
*
of you
it's sometimes said
that your breath is dreadful
and that insects slowly circle
your head
*
wanted:
one parachute
to avoid being hurt
failing that I'll just have to spread
my skirt
*
just watch
while I eat fire
and juggle three ocelots
while reciting Pope and hanging on
a rope
*
Wii Sports
and then Wii Sex
but in my snicket
if it don't make you sweat it's not
cricket
*
asket
not hand bask et
hell basket handle ooh
but sketband what basket for it
can you
*
the fete
was a washout
it rained over the cakes
dancing girls slipped over and made
mistakes
*
glisten
go on glisten
get yourself all lustred
smear on some shiny stuff, perhaps
custard
*
I flush
the dead goldfish
she smites a kettle drum
the kids watch the funeral rites
struck dumb
*
trail her
until she drops
my trailer trash woman
done run off with the kids and burned
the crops
*
his part
was a small one
even for the chorus
at least he didn't get time to
bore us
*
sophists
like to quibble
and argue the detail
how a slug with a shell is not
a snail
*
then Icke
in turquoise sheen
addressed his acolytes
warned them of that evil lizard
the Queen
*
the Snore
what they call him
for the rumbling guffaw
that issues from his hoglike rump
and maw
*
quite mad
is what you are
Mister Jay Harpuhay
for eating that Cadillac car
that way
*
waving
a fat white goose
he ran beside the train
in his stripy blue pyjamas
snoring
*
frozen
in for winter
Roald and his comrades
rather sadly began to eat
the dogs
*
bring boos
the cabaret is bad
the food is just awful
and the verse is barely
lawful
*
I am
that which I am
the moving force then spake
it's a shame, cried a boy, you're not
a cake
flaky
wilderness cake
make from milk and manna
then place under a burning bush
to bake
.
.
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