Miscellaneous nonsense

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Ludic

A lewd ichthyosaurus loved language so blue.

Dictionaries of slang he consumed till he knew

All the words queer and common alluding to loo.

Dick, ‘the sore arse’, a lewd English prof, to his zoo

Took a ludic thesaurus, fed that to him too.

Now with ludic thesaurus the lewd ichthyosaurus

Writes sonnets of love to a blue kangaroo

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Foe’s Amour Met I

The belle of the ball

She cracks me a smile

I smile at her back

She cracks

I smile at her crack

She smacks at my bell and my balls

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A Double Bed

My love, my coquette, once in innocence wallowed

She doth no longer seem an innocent swallow.

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My love my coqu…ette once, in innocence swallowed

She doth no longer semen innocent swallow

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Perhaps, my love, only in jest did my ode err –

Perhaps my love only ingested my odour?

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Posteri(ori)ty

The origami master, in folding never ceased

But lacking fresher spirit, his later works de-creased

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The fading of old master in the art of folding paper?

The farting of old paper – the fate of olding parper?

The faster molding of old master folding paper ape a

sharper shape a paper raper apercuberotixoticktock tick tock…

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The artist’s ‘I’ dissolving, inner symmetry corrupt

The barmy origami magi airily…

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   Fold here

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Erupts! A past origami magi rots… a past pure.

Paper upset at, origami magi rotates pure pap.

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  And here

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Though in time fame, talent, breath depart us

As long as you inspire us, we live on in our flatus

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Eternal truths

You’re never alone with a mirror

You’ll always be big to an ant

A nomad would go mad confined to a home

Add a leg to a leg for a pant

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You’ll never get eggs from an otter

A dwarf on a stilt remains short

A random mélange of beef, bird and blancmange

Never tasted like anything ought

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Greatness

If my shoes are caked in dandruff,

My jeans streaked with

Gobbets of earwax

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If I seem high, and with every

Loping step, I appear on the edge of falling

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If my voice is faint, far-away, and

My eyes peer at the distance through

A jungle of hair

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If I keep my

Turds in a bag

Or you see a back

Spattered with shit

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It is because I stand

On the shoulders of giants

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