Izny the Zepoleene
Wasn't very good rhyming words
But was very good rhyming clouds
Now how many poets can beat that
Mimzy the Triximeme
Wasn't too au fait tilling fields
But was very good tilling cows
So how many farmers have seeded that
ahem
Please note
Mizmy could also tile cows
And the cows graciously enjoyed grazing mosaically their untilled fields
Mooing gentle shimmering chessboards..
..Only to be check-mated later
By the abattoir gentleman
His first pre-dawn task
Happy-finishing the milkmaid
Clasping her buttocks
Happy-finishing the milkmaid
Clasping her buttocks
with his clammy
thrumming tactical bingo-numbed mugwump fingers
beneath the Ben-Day Dot reversing twilight..
Morphing now rapidly into a kinetic
Hulk killing-machine post-Heathcliff
thrumming tactical bingo-numbed mugwump fingers
beneath the Ben-Day Dot reversing twilight..
Morphing now rapidly into a kinetic
Hulk killing-machine post-Heathcliff
Deployed James Blunt secrets still echo-throe her
inside her post-coital ears
inside her post-coital ears
A delicate sunrise
A circular-saw screeching
A circular-saw screeching
Cow eyes silently beseeching
Squares polka-dot Pollocked
Squares polka-dot Pollocked
Stun-punched and Picasso'd
Curated into Cubist frozen fractal Guernica-smorgasbord
by Evensong..
Curated into Cubist frozen fractal Guernica-smorgasbord
by Evensong..
Wasn't very good with the ladeez
But was great at pulling daisies
Now how many Alan Titchmarshes can do that
Please note
Cixxy also once allegedly pulled Alan Titchmarsh
Observe
I said allegedly
And that allegedly is a VERY big ALLEGEDLY indeed
So please note that dear litigious post-rock poetry haters
Thank you so very much
Now the question remains
Where did Cixxy allegedly pull Titchmarsh to
This being a matter of some fierce and dissonant discourse and debate..
You know
One theory has it
Cixxy pulled Titchmarsh into a hedgerow
The other
Cixxy threw Titchmarsh over a windmill
Which makes much more sense to me
As
Nipineems often throw objects of their desire over windmills
In Nipineem culture you see
Throwing someone over a windmill
Is a sure-fire gentle-hearted method of breaking the ice
Especially when you throw someone over a windmill
And they smack side-on into a frozen pond
And as we all must acknowledge
Titchmarsh is the uber alpha male
Thus likely to excite and trigger
bursting Nipineem hormone bubbles
Small allegedly this time
But big allergy
Especially if you suffer from hay fever
And don't do elegy poetry..
of countryside idyll-dystopia twenty-first century wonder-porn...
Okay Now
That's a Hank Kingsley Hey now
Post-rock poetry groupies
Imagine being thrown over a windmill
And smashing yourself through a frozen pond
And having a sneezing fit
After breaking above the marbled glass waves of shattered ice..
Now
Does this second scenario make much more sense to you too
Let us have a fierce debate
But no violence please
We all know how these
Titchmarsh-thrown-over-a-windmill
head-breaks-pond
sneezing-fit debates can escalate
For
Nipineems
The windmill
Came before the chicken and egg
Windmills and
Nipineems both being lacto-vegetarian
Now
May I ask you one question please
Okay thanks
Hey now
Here is another
Has the legend that is Titchmarsh
Mentioned this controversial biopic episode in his sneering
And perhaps seething
No-holds-barred
Warts-and-all
But generous-to-a-fault-that's-me
I-can't-help-myself autobiography
Frankly
I haven't yet invested in his ghost-written autobiography
I mean how on earth do ghosts manage to even hold a pen..
Gird your loins
Ugh
Isn't loins the most horrible poetry-word
Probably in any English language
Gird your lions
Yes
That is much better
Ladies
Gird your lions..mooo
That lion roared moo because it has mad cow disease
Bee Tea Double You
An alien crash-landed in
Taplow
His crease-free silver space suit
hung from his saucer's back window
Creased
By the busted furry robot
Bouncing off the helium-3 air-bags
And so luckily for him that visible interior vacuum-atmos-ambience
fit right into the
Taplow sales rep groove
The sales reps racing to
Taplow singing
Squeeze My Baby Aubergine
Noted the crash-landing saucer
And almost stopped to watch this strange tableaux
But they didn't
I admire that
They didn't travel all the way to
Taplow
From as far away as
Langley
Only to witness a typical alien sales rep saucer-crash-land tableaux
Even though the alien wasn't a typical sales rep at all
No
He was actually an archetypal atypical alien area sales MANAGER
Who was once subtly depicted in a tapestry
Bayeux
Back in the day when archetypal atypical alien area sales MANAGERS
This is the end
As Jim Morrison famously once sang
This is the beginning
His admiral father less famously might have conspiratorially whispered
In the
Gulf of Tonkin
And that's a very speculative musing there
https://youtu.be/CIrvSJwwJUE
The End
So please note that dear litigious post-rock poetry haters
Thank you so very much
Now the question remains
Where did Cixxy allegedly pull Titchmarsh to
This being a matter of some fierce and dissonant discourse and debate..
You know
the Alan Titchmarsh fan community
is a frighteningly fractious and recalcitrant place..
Cixxy pulled Titchmarsh into a hedgerow
The other
Cixxy threw Titchmarsh over a windmill
Which makes much more sense to me
As
Nipineems often throw objects of their desire over windmills
In Nipineem culture you see
Throwing someone over a windmill
Is a sure-fire gentle-hearted method of breaking the ice
Especially when you throw someone over a windmill
And they smack side-on into a frozen pond
And as we all must acknowledge
Titchmarsh is the uber alpha male
Thus likely to excite and trigger
bursting Nipineem hormone bubbles
Small allegedly this time
But big allergy
Especially if you suffer from hay fever
And don't do elegy poetry..
sad swans
pill-popping pylons swaying in corn circles desultory ducks
pill-popping pylons swaying in corn circles desultory ducks
the thwack of leather on willowy nun the pissed parson pressing grapes at the fete
a flying screaming
to-be sneezer
smashing into a frozen pond..
Typical phoned-in imageryto-be sneezer
smashing into a frozen pond..
of countryside idyll-dystopia twenty-first century wonder-porn...
Okay Now
That's a Hank Kingsley Hey now
Post-rock poetry groupies
Imagine being thrown over a windmill
And smashing yourself through a frozen pond
And having a sneezing fit
After breaking above the marbled glass waves of shattered ice..
Now
Does this second scenario make much more sense to you too
Let us have a fierce debate
But no violence please
We all know how these
Titchmarsh-thrown-over-a-windmill
head-breaks-pond
sneezing-fit debates can escalate
You've been there
Yeah I can tell
Me too oh me too
incidentally,,
For
Nipineems
The windmill
Came before the chicken and egg
Windmills and
Nipineems both being lacto-vegetarian
random thought..
..for there are no rules to invoking romantic rainbows..
end of random thought..
end of random thought..
May I ask you one question please
Okay thanks
Hey now
Here is another
Has the legend that is Titchmarsh
Mentioned this controversial biopic episode in his sneering
And perhaps seething
No-holds-barred
Warts-and-all
But generous-to-a-fault-that's-me
I-can't-help-myself autobiography
Frankly
I haven't yet invested in his ghost-written autobiography
I mean how on earth do ghosts manage to even hold a pen..
I wish this poem had an end
But where does that begin..
Now here you go ladiesGird your loins
Ugh
Isn't loins the most horrible poetry-word
Probably in any English language
Gird your lions
Yes
That is much better
Ladies
Gird your lions..mooo
That lion roared moo because it has mad cow disease
Bee Tea Double You
So
Ready yourselves
Seamless post-rock poem-gear-shift in..
T-minus 5
4
3
2
1
..
Blast off..
An alien crash-landed in
Taplow
His crease-free silver space suit
hung from his saucer's back window
Creased
By the busted furry robot
Bouncing off the helium-3 air-bags
And so luckily for him that visible interior vacuum-atmos-ambience
fit right into the
Taplow sales rep groove
The sales reps racing to
Taplow singing
Squeeze My Baby Aubergine
Noted the crash-landing saucer
And almost stopped to watch this strange tableaux
But they didn't
I admire that
They didn't travel all the way to
Taplow
From as far away as
Langley
Only to witness a typical alien sales rep saucer-crash-land tableaux
Even though the alien wasn't a typical sales rep at all
No
He was actually an archetypal atypical alien area sales MANAGER
Who was once subtly depicted in a tapestry
Bayeux
Back in the day when archetypal atypical alien area sales MANAGERS
rodeo-rode around in Agarthan chariots
And made their go-faster-striped ass-racers
And made their go-faster-striped ass-racers
piss in plastic bags made of parchment-reeds
to be thrown carelessly outside the
Dinky Donkey drive-in amphitheatres Nothing changes eh
This is the end
This is the beginning
His admiral father less famously might have conspiratorially whispered
In the
Gulf of Tonkin
And that's a very speculative musing there
my post-rock poetry haters..
The End
