Grimbeau

Scribbles

Stucco

Grimbeau

265-courtauld

So right on

Bump and grind.

Sweat & simper.

Pass the crimper,

Adrienne, got a right one ear.

Scissor schwesters steeling snippers.

Castration: a Tomean’s rite to shoes.

Sweetbreads and old heads tail the culprit,

The lactiferous Mrs Vase. Yes, shedunnit.

With the wimple in the temple,

aided and abetted by Drudge, the Sphincter.

A distincter demon was there not.

This side of Hieronymus Dosh

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The Pitfalls of Cartography

Grimbeau

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Tuned in, turned off, turned on, turned up, turned puce…

Mother Goose, Aladdin, and Buttons

glaring at me like thunder.

`Prey, what ails thou Panto-types?` I seasonalled.

`A flagrant breach of protocol, that’s what!’ said Goose, irate, pacing.

`Cinders is a tard! Whittington’s a dachshund! The ugly sisters are ants! Need I continue?` Buttons stormed with absurd pomp.

‘My lamp is empty.` Aladdin wailed.

`I do not see what it has to do with me.` I said with modesty and aplomb.

`Just typical,’ Goose tutted, `will no one take responsibility ?`

Luck to get out of their alive,

I tell you,  slipped out

when the Bovril lady came,

via the sink, town drain,

and Alaskan tundra to here.

Thumbnail One:

 `The Twiglet and Cheeseball.`

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The Die is Cast Off

Grimbeau

Benn

…aside from scrub

scatted Street Legal,

flew solo around

the warm grey upstairs

spreading love

and affection with

my every breath.

I had a pony:

its name was Lucifer…

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Panoptica

Grimbeau

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What a slothful Tom!

Skinless dirigible on asphalt deck.

Clavicle take off and  soft landing.

Clankety-clunk,

Junk or dhobi?

Heinz number nine,

Rubi one Kenobi; ibis eons, zweye,

in the house: dry. Sontag afternun.

sister lulu, father zulu…

A marriage made in heaven. Bless’em.

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Bother!

Grimbeau

The Poor Poet by Carl Spitzweg

Missed that bit,

now lost my thread correcting it – blithe spirit indeed!

Blind panic panda at the door popped in for bamboo shoots and leaves.

Then

back to Ma Jong and the tiling mosaic that

I am trying to sort in my spare time.

Gobsin calls with silly boy tales, same every year.

Not in the mood for Drood just now

and

should be showered, instead I have a luminescent crimson bear become,

wrapped up for the incoming and the outgoing.

Waiting calmly, apprehendlessly.

Quick brown lazy jump over sly fox.

Needing a feeding

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Dudlines

Grimbeau

anais-nin-writing

Dobedobedo…monster of deception,

keeper of the tricks, yield to my oeuvre.

Eggs and interruption beckon,

Douched ruched taffeta kneepads;

the end is listless, granite dust dry sponges,

hard as cold toast, brieze block lites whey

like cranberries in wensleydale – yuk!

Auto-dramaturgy allergy attack.

DNP (for it is):

Quickly! The screeds are coming for dinner!

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March Winds Blow…

Grimbeau

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…gusts come nine

whipping up trouble

cleansing spray

smutty windfall kindling rots

turning into shapes of things

sculptable ductile moss rusted

garlic wheel track

grooving carving up

green hill faraway

without dread City Hall

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Bingo!

Grimbeau

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Yes, why not indeed

Have a wee toddle,

a wibbly-wobble

down the mazy lane,

plunge bracken scrub,

scrump wild fruit groves,

traverse the waterfall,

crawl gasping up arid scree,

clasp hard the giant beanstalk,

peruse the pristine chili pot,

achieve the cavernous outhouse,

home to venerable shallots,

gargantuan sardonic rats,

cold war veterans,

the battered legless Chippendale,

and Billy Smart’s

unfoldable deckchairs

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Emancipated

Grimbeau

Wild pure violet

Mocks chaotic undergrowth

Softens jaded knaves

Makes blind rambling fools

Cease galloping delusion

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Shadow Wrestling

Grimbeau

Words can

not describe

Quite what it feels like

on those occasions

When you’re lost for words

But do

not worry

it’s

not a problem

as long as you know

what it is

that you mean

Does it?

Yes

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‘Tiddle-ee-om-pomp-om!’

Hi

Grimbeau

Panto tuna lute

open gee gnomic

ale eminent tory heir gone

tomorrow sorrow scars

Desultory smoulder

Pine cones gloaming wormcast

Seashell hermit crabs

Grumble gruesome gulls gambol

Shirtless maggots candy floss

straw fedora hats

Buttons elopes with Blue moon

Sickert sicks up cockles

Muscles lifts bar belles

St. Trinian’s run riot

Beside the seaside

Beside the sea

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Sweet Home

inside-hotel-salto-del-tequendama

Grimbeau

Most every dusk

I am obliged

To check

the lobster pots

fourteen crooked

steps

(there are rusted

Wobbly rails)

Most nights zilch

However

Sometimes

In the lapping

Crouched desperate

Grey as granite

In favoured splash

One is caught,

Trapped

In time by tide

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Ill Wind

Grimbeau

barfag

blue shed

Door

blows

open…

blue shed

Door

blows

closed…

Extermination Squad

In

Utah

Clean out

Of

Final Solution

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Pancake Day Races…

Grimbeau

TK0qcLl

Sunny spells and gormless showers may pop-up,

Sure,

who knows what to expect?

Scattered,

varied temperatures throughout and persistent.

Staggered,

Meteorolological incertitudinals

Mindboggling,

The algorhythm of the Boolean

Windmaker

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Vanishing Point

Grimbeau

text-them-home-street-art-project-for-the-homeless                            Hungry bard.

Tub of lard.

Ate the Shard

& Gherkin.

PC Mod.

Lazy sod.

Missed him.

He was shirkin’.

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Bloody Repeats

Grimbeau

legume

He threw the telly out the window.

No glass broke.

It was a silent defenestration

The volume was muted.

The dog ran out for a keek,

to see if there was anything

behind the adverts

and returned unsated

with some gaudy wires

tangled up in his copious locks.

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Bubble Warp

Grimbeau

...the sun also rises

Yesterday,

when time stopped

forever,

the dreamcloud

smiled knowing

that the sly

sun was out

with some chums

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Nice Day

Grimbeau

1001

Voices hear off. Who’s that?

Sotto voce, surely not…

Laryngitis? Going round.

Dan the Man,

very quiet, very soft.

Hard of hearing what?

Panic: King of Song breaks out!

Windows flung shut,

open air freshener

acrid Lavender.

Look out window, see blind woman,

shout hello, silly me

I can’t hear her, radio off,

mute mate shows up, funny looks.

Is it me or you? Tragic

You me: who we? Comic

Heads start to implode.

All I said: ‘Nice Day!’

watch blind woman talk away.

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SS (diss) Missive

Grimbeau

Untitl

Below decks I ate wild mushrooms in scrambled eggs,

warm Parma ham,and  a choice, prime cut, brown bap,

Oodled in buttery herbs, then, replete,

ascended , fortified to sullen work

after a digestive puff

A glimpse of sun is better than none,

must learn to be more grateful for these, my gifts,

the vessel drifts, time floats, ice too.

Less temperate climes, incursive east wind,

will blast and burn, singeing our lashes

saying only we have committed sin

a mortal sin, the sin of not being them.

Leeward, a cacophony and splashes

Dolphins, a school, weirdly mocking, unabashed.

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Snitch

Grimbeau

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Up at the crack of doom and so it pours,

acrid quicklime, gregarious sash window,

drone buzz, sable confetti, nasal toot,

sootfall, gasp, volume, mass. What folly, what

pulchritude, what bafflement. Life was a

giant veiny nose, a red herring, a

wanton flop. So be it. Que Sera, Sera.

Horace Day, Matt Busby, James `The Fact` Durante…

pock dugout, dabbed down and dusted copious

cloud of potassium permanganate,

spotlighted by Lazarus, light reveals

white head and lost tribe of Erin: Quilty’s Pals.

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Urgo

Grimbeau

B7tKrrvCYAAsNMI

robust democracies

compost plutocracies

or they ain’t worth it

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The Tragic Disappearance of All Known Stuff

Grimbeau

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1

Worsted, Tweed, Galician calicos, reamed

cotton screed, diaphanous silks, dour,

coarse linens, Chinese screen tableaux

of mislaid epochs, safe and unsafe tapestries,

sad stacked in the old mead hall, the conference centre,

the hubristic hub of soft arrogance now

Abandoned.

2

The once sure folk have fled, melted and mutated,

The meek ones headed for the hills, they crouch

and mooch grumpy, sucking stale breadsticks

in their holes, the old caves and calcified barrows.

The diehards fought foolhardy rear-guard actions –

smouldering stockyard bone stooks  stand pyrrhic

Sacrifice

3

With the Labyrinthines gone away, nature is displeased,

Ever abhorrent of void it convenes

Bison, heck, leopard, eel and titmouse,

Louse, curlew, ptarmigan, to settle

a modus of repair. They soon conclude the obvious:

You are only as good as your last, worst

Algorithm

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Clemency

Grimbeau

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Bleak midwinter light

Flowers bloom trees without leaves

Labile distortions

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Ali-Ooop! (La)

Grimbeau

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Spurts (crumbs!)

after (post) noon

Tai chi medicine (ballet)

Sugar (candyfloss) plum

Hobbyhorse (barber’s sugarstick) whrligiggl

AJDBRCHSSD(TIC)AAJJIDSCHUSss

Options left open (both ends burning)

Orange (segmented)pith & zest

Sssszzzlick spillage

(sudden) rushing blood

Learnt forget foulness

Sanguinity (crimsom kingsmen) surge out

Falstaffian (Buster Bloodvessel) rogue

Put a sock o(n) it

Nelly (kuh) dem Oliphant

Eeek! A mousey (Jeremy)

Free range (horse whisperererer) hard boiled oeufs

Never (chronological tome) overcook

Quench poached water (mill on’ t floss)

PS Eliot (Gorgeous Gorge)

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Wire

Grimbeau

Gonzo

punctuation gets

in the way too much colon

all the best full stop

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Ashes to Ashes

Grimbeau

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Ongoing natter

random chronic gibberish

still work in progress

 virgin walnut oil

unhurried lapping

waters flow uphill

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Hill of (hAs)Beens

Grimbeau

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Pinnate shadows cast

fingers monochrome gloveless

casablanca mornings

under pergola

down the hangover market

unquenchable thirst fat man

intelligence like marble

solid cold & hard

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Weepies

Grimbeau

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you are the only

one in the room who knows what

always ends in tears

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Eyewashersock

Grimbeau

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Now

you are

getting into it

shit it went again

in the blink of a blink of

a blink of a blink

the blink

of an

I

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My Comrade who fell in the Hoover Dam. 1933 (Slipped!)

Grimbeau

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Hey You!

You with the Stars

In your Stars

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pOp #4

Grimbeau

amaryllis

ornery sniper

phlox magenta fingernails

telescopic sites

hatless in Brussels

some neutralised citizen

dragged away limp

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Pressing Olives

Grimbeau

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Gethsemane, Gethsamane

One fore you and one for me

Somewhere near the River Lee

First thing in the morning

Scrunching tinnies in a bush

Fishers fishing without luck

Throw your face down in the muck

First thing in the morning

Gethsemane, Gethsemane

Is there honey still for tea

First thing in the morning

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Close Up (starecase)

Grimbeau

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up…

U.P.

`uphill

“`struggle

Uphill

St

Ruggle

St.

Str

r

r

uuuggle’s

D

a

y

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Doktor Phibbs

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Too cold to shower just yet—
perhaps later, eh?
For what purpose do
we owe this visit?
Warmth & ambiguity?
Sorry, we are busy now
Improving our mindfulness
Down in A & E
Listening to Monsters of Uselessness
Sharing what helps them sleep nights
Practising no more than what
the heavenly hour permits

Juvenal

Grimbeau

chagall-juggler

Weasel words spill out the chine

Mickey-taking sophists whisper

Sour nothings in the ear.

When water walks and sunshine showers

Blossom on sad earth

The chastised winter will concede

Ground to spring hastening

Blue dismembered times of mirth

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Bedsheets & Spreadsheets

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For the truth must out
Starbucks fakes a cold shower
Obstacular slowness after
Hormonal chin-wags
Static hyperactive void
Crystal set crackles and spits
Arthur Streeb-Greebling
rings out loud & clear…
Crowded house of noise
One thing at a time sweet cheese
& piccalilli circus
cavort resembling gavotte
Jericho charcuterie
Mobs baying for blood
~
House of C’mons up in arms
Speaker Berkow drops bollock
Wendy housekeeper tut-tuts—
He who cares wins out
Losers, suckers & bums guffaw
All mouth and trousers
What am I waiting for now?
Food and full abnegation
Of any responsibility
Carry on Contemptuous
Sid & Doris Bonkers
Ashen kneed Ron Face…
Destiny: Tumbrils

doggo: Minus Catapult

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The Avocado

Time for a bite after a
long, steady haul so far—

Playtime!
Play nicely now
you
hear me.
No more pelting rocks
at old ladies backsides as
they are passing by.
They
know that it’s you that’s doing
it.
don’t pretend they don’t. or
me either.
& never make
Out you don’t or you’ll
end up like
the others
Hanging from the yardarm by
the cross for crimes and
misdemeanours.
That’s you.
a misdemeanour alright.
A bloody misdemeanour.

—Stop that.
stop it now,
you’re making I
laugh. She said
she had
a big bruise on her bum.
Wanted to show me…
No!!!
I did not. It was enough
to keep a straight face
as it was.
Silly old cow.
Best stop it though, luv
you might have someone’s eye out.
and you don’t want all that do you?
just play it doggo:
Minus Catapult.

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Sabbath Bloody Sabbath

Graffiti scrawled on outhouse
wall reads encrypted hogwash
post-traumatic non
compost heapos coins
the passer by leaning over
sideways sucking on a thumb,
doodling on mad scribblepad,
critiquing spondylitis,
resurrecting monomyths of
last year’s potatoes, shrivelled
up like bollocks after nights
of desperation…weeping
silently over shadows

Who that there they say
-thought that dead or done away?
Beloved beloved
Come back to smote your
beaten heart like drum
machine turned up to plenty
on the Rickenbacker Scale
of enough is not enough
Black Sabbath just passed over
Until the next time
I remain yours and
truly Paranoid….

Slumberball

Car roof frost crept up
Under myrtle pantry hall;
Jeered snored Slumberball;
just one piss taker detained;
Monday prospects—cautious
Delicious crock auspicious:
off white slate, slick black chalk,
no shiny patent shoes,
dust puttees pour moi—
Falcons ravage Patriots,
fight onto twittering end,
Slippery stout slops puddle,
Scrumbled suds scud up aloft,
Posties perched in crowsnest crofts.
Pigeons sport posh headgear,
epaulettes & bronze brocades,
hail to the chef…get out of Dumfries,
fast as your eggs will carry you

phillippic: desert island dusks

Night of flaky news
No sleep till Becks & Brooklyn
Every Time you say Goodbye
Seems like a nice lad
Despite appearances
To the contrary
Nero’s turn swift to burning
effigies swing on lamp posts
hard earned reputations
dangle on fraid knots
fickle fate fingers famous
fake news fallacies…
fcuk well off back
whence from where you came
flashpoints of fiction
far flung Phillipic

Tassies of Cnoc an Iuir

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Gloom hawks fulminate
squawking health iniquities
preaching avoidance
stretching gruff luck
fortifying condolence
munching prescription vittles
condemning bad violence
falsifying falsified
circumstantial evidence,
smiling as they chill—

chronic condition grows worse
suitably abject, scathing:

Acting out the old soldier
routine again then are we
watching souls swim by
in mute glassy repartee?

Only in short bursts these days
Can see no future in it
Let the dud bury the dud
Off upstairs for a good stretch
Let out for bad behaviour
roam glum rollin’ hills
& Tassies of Cnoc an Iuir

countdown to ecstasy…

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Waiting for Blow Up!
messaging the gas board—
the sound of the lag
shinning down the drainpipe
hiding from the chain gang
Attila the Hen
collared by our intrepid footpad
Noel ‘Scoop’ Malarkey
Of The Avocado – authenticated
Fake News straight from the
oval lozenge stuck to the
Georgian mantelpiece
Daily drivel delivered direct
to your little orange paw.
Spirit of Adventure, St
Elsewhere, St hEnhousemuir
How I hate Fair Isle jumpers
—never eat two for God’s Sake
Beautiful—it’s not

Tate Little

Grimbeau

beksinski2

landscapes & portraits

awesome collections adorn

miniature still lives

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Modus Vivendi

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The day turns

on

fifteen minutes

will he or will she not come?

I have  unlocked the door,

fetched out the crap,

brought in the milk.

It is very windy and

the sky threatens rain.

Things that deter unnecessary travel.

Four minutes to eleven.

Looks like a no show.

Make alternative arrangements.

Change tack.

Map out a new course.

A new modus vivendi.

Casting Couch

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would Theda Bara

grace fake tiara

 inviolate star

of Cleopatra?

Ill Wind

barfag

blue shed

Door

blows

open…

blue shed

Door

blows

closed…

Extermination Squad

In

Utah

Clean out

Of

Final Solution

Metempsychosis

Eve

The temptation to waffle about memories is maple syrup,

something about marked cards, that sort of gooey stuff.

& The very thought of getting into that is just plain

toxic.

Not that I am denying it,

you understand

I just don’t want

to go through all of that.

here and now is where it’s never at.

So, here it is.

Plaintive baroque trumpet sighs

Fanfare, mazurka, and microwave tympani.

Brief running tap crescendo. Mug clunk, bottle top slide.

Faraway, out of sight, a libation is incubating.

The soft clock needs a pacemaker.

Something black is scraped.

A dog crunches twiglets.

 

the  spray distorted blowing of a nose.

A strong clunk of mug.

An awakening.

Something ominous issues from the brass section.

The clock temporarily revives.

An unclear, disembodied voice rings

& reads out an address and claims

that now we have Tchaikovsky for company…

Coughs from above.

An ailing whaling gull?

Creation elation eschews

a humming loo,

Five short bursts enough

precision bombing.

Second wave,

chalk comes up.

The ball was in, man!

Did Fiona Fail?

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Quidnuncs flaidh cheoil:

how’s your ole terror feyther?

Still on the run in Spain?

And your mother, don’t you love her,

the twisted sister of Cain.

And you, you monster,

a towering babble of lardo

thinking we’re lesser devos,

are you well in this world,

did you churl of curling

or gainsay Brian Boru?

The Pitfalls of Autonomy

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Tuned in, turned off, turned on, turned up, turned puce…

Mother Goose, Aladdin, and Buttons

glaring at me like thunder.

`Prey, what ails thou Panto-types?` I seasonalled.

`A flagrant breach of protocol, that’s what!’ said Goose, irate, pacing.

`Cinders is a tard! Whittington’s a dachshund! The ugly sisters are ants! Need I continue?` Buttons stormed with absurd pomp.

‘My lamp is empty.` Aladdin wailed.

`I do not see what it has to do with me.` I said with modesty and aplomb.

`Just typical,’ Goose tutted, `will no one take responsibility ?`

Luck to get out of their alive,

I tell you,  slipped out

when the Bovril lady came,

via the sink, town drain,

and Alaskan tundra to here.

Thumbnail One:

 `The Twiglet and Cheeseball.`

Pancake Day Dawns…

 

 

TK0qcLl

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sunny spells and gormless showers may pop-up,

Sure,

who knows what to expect?

Scattered,

varied temperatures throughout and persistent.

Staggered,

Meteorolological incertitudinals

Mindboggling,

The algorhythm of the Boolean

Windmaker

Did Fiona Fail?

Grimbeau

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Quidnuncs flaidh cheoil:

how’s your ole terror feyther?

Still on the run in Spain?

And your mother, don’t you love her,

the twisted sister of Cain.

And you, you monster,

a towering babble of lardo

thinking we’re lesser devos,

are you well in this world,

did you churl of curling

or gainsay Brian Boru?

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