Thursday 14 April 2016

Poetry for Lava




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There is a beast with long limp limbs
That hangs about on volcano rims
Eating Sulphur Dust
And nice Rock Cakes
With Lemon Bon Bons
And acrid Warm Milk Shakes
Shouting . . . I lost it, I’ve lost it
O No it’s gone its gone
I am forlorn
Where did it go?
I have lost my favourite

Lava flow.

4 comments:

  1. Those arms look like my legs!
    Is losing your lava flow like losing your mojo?
    Deliciously surreal as always Mr Z.

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    1. Are you saying your legs spend a lot of time waving about in the air Miss Lily?

      Lava flow . . . Mojo I think we have some more cockney rhyming slang, now how cool is that.

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  2. I've lost it too. "It" being my sanity. Pass the lemon bonbons please, but keep the milkshake. Milk is icky.

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    1. I do like a nice cold glass of milk at the end of the day

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