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all the gang had turned
up as cyber girls
’cept for me
did I miss the bus
was a Horror film
stalking us
Ida joined the ranks
given half a chance
been a team
player worn the zinc
skirt & Perspex tops
strut for strut
but for Bodysnatch
you can write me off
not my cup
advantage Boris
can't be serious
can they McEnroe
you should know
shown my age ID
cards’ve hit the deck
flipping heck
let me get my breath
back been twice before
where’s the door
okey dokey mates
just remember this
held me whisht
published I’ll be damned
no predictions mind
not that kind
the tolerance
Elton Busker passed
off as one of us their kids
born with DNA
rolling out along
Sunset Boulevard no cat
catcalled Alien
trouble was although
Busker couldn’t tie their shoes
wouldn't ask for help
when they dressed in tan
brogues & ran for copters with
dangling laces tripped
up & sprang a leak
Prussian blue now here’s the thing
no one raised a word
The Great American Navel
check out my
belly button fluff
ball & ring
cycle gay
Gatsby gazer Nick
Caraway
stuck his thumb
up me jump Award
ain’t she cute
solid gum
linseed oiled to go
trouble is
no one knows
how the heck I won
what a swizz
plots for sale
holes throughout your dramas Bill
still you wrote on till the better end
sending villains to their fate
or the candy-coated takes
waving pairs of wayward lovers home
Romeo & Juliet
that’s a gap you couldn’t plug
dug yourself a blackie there till king
pins came on & stopped the fight
was it simpler in those times
lining up your outcomes by the crowd’s
loud applause or louder hoots
so you served them brutish short
order lives & when their blood was hot
pots of sack or sacks of warts
hoisting Shylock by the purse
cursing Richard’s spine before his mind
winding Hamlet up with dirt
temp ops
does an empire ruled
by emancipated serfs
former eunuchs ex
concubines & owl
whippersnappers on the rake
write its own decline
Gibbon might agree
sailing past Byzantium
on the passage home
this democracy
gofers moonlighting as prime
ministers like time
served masonic priests
then repairing to the bar
gambling den or stage
on their honours
when his Uncle Dicky got blown up
Charley hardly played the victim kept
shtum at least in public meaning one
buttons one’s lip
like his ma she met McGuinness shook
hands the man was IRA & smiled
just remember that but by the bye
knighthoods are suck
first you find a cause to plug invest
millions then the bow & scraping work
while your mates begin to take the mick
lordships are worse
better find a frog to kiss their slime
does at least wear off in time but pomp
circumstance & all that royal bull
dyes in the wool
clothing wise at least Elizabeth
had an eye for colour knew her hats
won’t catch me in tights & garter
straight
jeans or it’s quits
Clueless on 4
who’d have killed the cat
suspects many but the sole
motive was it laughs
harvest moon appears
broken walls in silhouette
case the murder scene
call Inspector Horse
star of stage & telescreen
nemesis of clowns
where’s the evidence
aftermath of dirty jokes
wafting on the breeze
put the house lights up
guilty parties to your feet
sniggerers stay put
language language
when uncanny can
study history inside out
then we’ll all give in
sneer at prizes shun
scholarships & study low
level politics
everybody’s prof
Higgins doesn’t know your stuff
meaning be thyself
talking someone who
reading stories gets the words
stuck between their gums
sounds of distant lands
homesteads burning villages
children on the run
eh ay
IT does not compute
artificial intel hell
Robbie’s in a spin
set to auto cute
cue domestic violins
undercurrent mode
know them by their sons
upstairs downstairs twinkle toes
carpet sweeper drills
beat them at their own
game of cheese in überalls
call EXTERMINATE
then unplug their balls
sitting at the drawing board
draw a ticket wait
no half leagues please
send the light brigade
on with heavy tanks
panzergrenadier
guards the lot
call it Crimean War
Two & beat them red
white what have you black
Russians back
back from whence they came
spluttered Hastings man
on a morning train
up to town
he was red of face
other folk turned pale
one young chap looked quite
sick with fright
some delinquent teens
giggled though as Dad’s
Army spoke who knows
what they thought
fairy tale life
while their giddy aunt
lost a leg at Putingrad
cousin Pat stayed home
wrote apprenticeship
apps for daft graffiti drones
then attempted but
didn’t run amok
finished university
volunteered to house
homeless Pekinese
married twice divorced the horse
bolted door to door
bunion seller groans
half their ancestors have spawned
princess kissing toads
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