Having cooked haggis with an Irish woman and a Ukranian
And realising I’m a New Scot
A Fair COP
There are more planes sub mare
Than submarines
The No Snow Blues
Well I woke up this morning
My head was full of snow
Been dreamin’ of winter wonderlands
And now I gotta go
Locust
At dusk, she works her way into the heart
Of a wind-tilted tree
Bracing her feelers as flesh falls away to bone
Securing to sylvan self
Aftermath
Gathering me into a mesh so fine
While we sip wine from the chipped teacups
Of the Mad Hatter’s broken bar.
Divine Intervention
A whisper;
There’s more left for you in life than this.
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Sea Wyvern
Secured by a rolling hitch, /
And with your sheets held fast, /
You set sail on your hospital bed…
Sharks of the Caribbean
Watching Mark get fed to the sharks Was a predictably unenlivening experience
“Honestly!” he shouted, firmly clamped
In the jaws of a great white
“It’s a great idea for a prompt!”
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