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Thursday, 11 June 2020

I'm A Wiggly Worm! How Do You Do? I Love You! I'm A Wiggly Worm! (DRAFT/UNFINISHED)




Eligible children if you die 
then dreadful trumpets will 
haunt your family's glorious 
coat of arms burying the flowers 
in marshland, acid pleat 
Goldilocks all your coffers dispersed 
mangled amongst a baying pauper nest, 
trove of skivers bone to bone, 
the hillocks skies rain cheese
yet here we lay in dreamers dream 
roses bestride in glassy stream 
my head in furrows loam from 
morning until eve in an egg shaped resin 
a frog germinates free from all tyranny 
in a premium rate number the heartland is universal beat 
wreath of immiseration catches up with our jilted frog! 
the magi lost in shopping cart blitzkrieg
am da rem rem am da baabeeeaaaaaaa!
da rem rem am da am babeeabeeaaeeeaaaaaaa!
oblique asymptote of its short Ding 
life crucified on a Bunsen burner 
laid out to rest in the brunch mess room
and transmogrified across time as a lozenge 
groping about over eternal light
in doom cast the cattle drivers wrap 
has tightened a collar hurtles into hooting 
prancing about cannibalism on the ruins of 
a devastated world, disaffected voice comes 
out an exit hemlock to reality, Daddy Pig 
chortles disinfectant the carousel hologram 
of a boat race colliding from Lubberland 
just wait two thousand leagues in Dover alone!!!
all foppish, fair haired boys ahoy in traditional 
oak quad sculls shaped like Cricks double helix, 
going 500 miles an hour all of indomitable 
pluck and strong will! all thrusters to the blunt 
of the heraldic bleed, Blue boys all swilling 
on the beach bald coots Logie Leggatt 
here to bleat and bust any crabbed youngster
big the wall and build it firmer this country 
faces a downhill swill on a two-bit pence!
'you want some? I'll give it ya!' played anthem
at the WALL in a 16th Imprint 
TIME nor CHANGE can occur here until 
the formation of a Bully Furking outside Calx,
a wallop like a pudding en surprise; 
for a testimonial pitch parade everyone
larping halfway in a Bad Calx bed eyed skivers
kicked on to the goal every plutocracy, 
every bureaucracy, has also been gerontocracy
on a common ladder at H.Q. Eugenics House 
given the same native ability, the promotion 
queue suddenly in full membership riven 
clapped out base born whirligig, the sumptuary laws 
to eat in the same hall dunced to themselves 
reflected in sulk for a fig-leaf, tadpoles only
confuse the counsel remember refill the summer bloom 
of which was the Pioneer Corps presided 
ahem a boat fine as brains ensconced 
costs that one man was much like another, 
this vast floating army cum laude, 
under new dispensation sinks 
homme moyen sensus the ladder will be reformed 
pattern colour and all.