Some juicy thoughts...
I enjoy the occasional
Bacon butty, or a
Sunday roast but
Listen to the carnibore:
Went on safari in, now,
Where was it? Oh it
Doesn't matter, no,
What matters is
What I bagged and
What I ate, yeah?
Ever had ostrich?
No, I said, and
Buried my head
In the sand.
Ever had crocodile,
Old man? No, I said,
And cried a tear
Or two.
What about monkey?
No, I said, I'm not
Nuts about monkey.
Octopus, surely,
Old man? No
I said, I'm not
A sucker for that.
What about retro?
Roman dormouse,
Come on Brutus,
You haven't lived
Without trying
Those little legs!
No, I squeaked.
Swan, then?
No, I said, and
Fanned four feathers.
Songbirds, then?
No, I mimed.
Dog, surely?
Yes, I said,
This morning
My breakfast
Looked liked a
Dog's dinner.
Poetry by Christopher Fernie
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Written on 2017-04-22 at 22:19
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Meat
Don't get me wrong,I enjoy the occasional
Bacon butty, or a
Sunday roast but
Listen to the carnibore:
Went on safari in, now,
Where was it? Oh it
Doesn't matter, no,
What matters is
What I bagged and
What I ate, yeah?
Ever had ostrich?
No, I said, and
Buried my head
In the sand.
Ever had crocodile,
Old man? No, I said,
And cried a tear
Or two.
What about monkey?
No, I said, I'm not
Nuts about monkey.
Octopus, surely,
Old man? No
I said, I'm not
A sucker for that.
What about retro?
Roman dormouse,
Come on Brutus,
You haven't lived
Without trying
Those little legs!
No, I squeaked.
Swan, then?
No, I said, and
Fanned four feathers.
Songbirds, then?
No, I mimed.
Dog, surely?
Yes, I said,
This morning
My breakfast
Looked liked a
Dog's dinner.
Poetry by Christopher Fernie
Read 567 times
Written on 2017-04-22 at 22:19
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