Friday, December 28, 2007

The money was in

Join up
To corrupt
Who will

That is and if
You can comprehend this
Accept its
Will to do you to do this too

Is that if others are then might you not join them
But of whom among be similar enough to enjoin with
Yet beware of accusations not but if and causal
To your need be aligned within these words thus

For the wrong of some is to count upon that same wrong among
Those who with they share culpability upon
Accusing causal to blaming victims long
Forever in death belong all money upon


A five align fine thing
For north capital ring
To find what tomorrow could brind
Under the mushrooms
My father and mother
Hand me upon with no lover
Will I this sing
Of how much extremes in such
It is I have been
Taking for their self righteous slings
Upon naught but that fraught with
Our shared ancestral wings
Being worth that I will be
For ever and a day
Paying eternity the way
God's love to sing
Willing is rightfully
Paid by work completed
Thus this to sing
No spoon need I bring
For I respect my own ancestral wind
And in my ice cream
The restaurant took their ice for
My mother's cream
Making her thirty three be
My forty four
And clean
So to sing this I mean
Is my own accountibility of love sure weaned

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

That sang with
I comprehend nothing
But it is the moneyless song
For the neighbours did pave
My way to Satan's grave
To take with you if these dreams you did raid

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Twelve sets of three gifts

Six books
Take a look
Three of each kind
Which sort is for your mind

Three egg cups
Yet can you but
Eat three at a time
Or have you two brothers
Who might
Like to share these duck’s treasure
For dinner tonight

Three DVDs
Were bought by me
And a fourth
Was the first
A more perfect gift given me

Three reined in
Dear friends
In Deers of the rein
Down the chimney been trained

Three sorts of stuff
For a Harry Potter fan club
Which could you like
And which might
Take a hike

Christmas crackers
But are they really bangers
Or the same inside
Their old name is a Bon Bon alright

Three balls for juggling
Not exactly round things
Yet for throwing and catching
Can you share of these three things?

Six soaps
Three of each
Of two sorts
Is a boat
Of course
To experiment because
One of you might have received
A third olive oil sort
By Christmas Eve

Three key rings
Are a Biblical thing
For comparing
To the stories in Qur’an
We might already long sing

Three cases
Of pencils and rulers
But no staples
Are the colours arranged
In a be different from one another
Sort of game

Three bags
Of a smaller sort
More portable of course
Than what that red headed mother
Last year stitched to your shoulders
So look inside
To see if she could provide
The same sort of surprise
Every year no less wise

These three balls
Are a hairy sort of fall
Into three more

Monday, December 10, 2007

Fully disabused
About what is to lose
Might we
Take up fight upon good fight
Permanently thus non-violently

Sort of vaguely yes maybe
If something rhymes
I write it down
To be a poem found

Reason to have
Shope card shown love
Yet not decided
Of good manners here trust

Here be the
Collecting in me
Of rhymes in which we
Might find absurdity
Thus take life quite lightly

Backed into that corner
I feigned to be a party to
That which was what popularity through
Only to find its wrong shoes
Were counting upon assuming this future feigned not