Friday, 22 May 2015

N

C c c c
He he he he
He who sets foot and
tyre on Europe's
sweet face.
What sights behold
your sweet keen eye, C?
And tell me fair C,
how tastes the wine?
How efficient the postal system?
Euros!
€!
.
.
.
Always take the back road
layin down the thick choad
takin lots of pics yo
eatin up dem pastries tho
.
.
.
Peace be to thee and thine other
as you grace those great cathedrals
of time gone by.
What glories!
Wonderful!
.
.
.
Qui la Basil leaf!
Leaf de jours !
Sacre cours!
Look!
A poem, dans le jar de fooq.
.
.
.
Dont get a puncture.

Friday, 1 May 2015

N

It's glorious!
What a shelf, not a crooked
bastard in sight!
Look at the screw heads!
What craftsmanship!
Never a finer work
of art!
It'll never fall!
The Roman empire all
over again!
Reside on my wall
and keep my paintings
safe you sexy
slice of wood
and cheap veneer
- and if you dare collapse,
I'll fall with you,
on my sword,
on a Monday morning
with big C
watching on
as I silently
weep.