CONFORMISTS'-DARK-CHRISTMAS
No two snowflakes are the same
and how white they fall.
Flickers the wax candle's flame.
Folk are not like snowflakes at all.
TWILIGHT-TWITTERS
You're into your twittering-twilight
with your lonely-sparrow-fears.
The thieving magpie will leave night,
stealing away all your years.
PUNTER-POEM
I am with Mr Sillitoe
who wrote of punting down river.
Through Blake's greener England to go
in very sunny weather.
To hear a sedge-warbler sound,
see the odd mink or rarer otter.
City boat-racers hear then my song:
"I am punting for Albion".
SHAPELY-CHARMER
Like a camel with an extra hump,
she had three moony-round-breasts;
the tips pointy as are pyramids
or the beak of the phoenix on her flesh
in the form of a fine-tattoo.
Strange snake-charming lady, ooh !
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