eat
death
two
in one I swatted pests today
crept
upon their trysts & made them pay
double
death for feasting side by side
howzat
I cried
while
they hesitated loathe to leave
one
alone the pests ignored my cleave
swinging
high above their eyes I closed
honking
like Toad
death
to all that dare to flout my rule
lord
of youse whose airspace I control
come
in pairs or threesomes if it suits
wed
to my hoots
wet
dream of the common toad
I
was a hump-backed frog at Oxford
no
one kissed me there my inner prince
lurked
below in ponds the skaters worked
deaf
to my grin
ain't
too late to look me down my dear
toe
the ice & tickle undergrown
algae
pink step in there's nowt to fear
blind
to my green
poison
well & drowning fair enough
Danger
Toad's my middle name I swam
backwards
through two civil wars the rough
numb
to my gun
hold
me tight & warm me with your blood
see
this nightmare out till
croaks at dawn
feel
the wisdom oozing from the wood
dumb
to my gloom
just
a peck you'll suffer no regrets
tunes
will bubble while I sing your song
taste
these lips before the full moon sets
dead
to my gong
you
wanna reason
Daddy
was a robber didn't kill
no
one though he once ran down a cop
banks
and racketeering were his thrill
over
the top
papers
say a bingo calling drilled
peace
of mind into him but it stopped
short
of a cure guess his crimes just spilled
over
he topped
wanted
lists in umpteen states not bald
shaved
his mop Yul Brynner style & fopped
bony
headed a charmer who called
barley
when copped
almost
made public enemy one
covetted
slot for those on the run
willed
that honour to his eldest son
bundle
of fun
where
you take it is right to the stop
crime
never paid off in dollar bills
oldest
way to get on top is thrills
over
your pop
no
title few deeds
insects
squabble here above my head
buzzing
off they snag what little hair
time
& genes repair good sir you're dead
give
me the air
heat
is not a thing most British bear
well
though I am tolerably staid
even
forty centigrade I swear
leaves
me unfazed
flies
apart I swelter happy days
far
from cold & shudder going there
where
it's ten or twelve in August pray
give
me your airs
London
Derry Welsh or Scots don't care
tunes
I'll clap to throw the key away
sing
by heart but not the temperature
leave
that at bay
sea
& sun the summer long it takes
all
I have to hang my hat down here
titles
none few deeds but still I say
give
me the air
Archie Locost (attrib.)
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