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"Cruelty Free" Tuna

In the supermarket,
The tins of tuna,
Labelled boldly,
"Cruelty Free",
Tickled my curiosity,
I paid,
And peeled the lid back,
And sure enough,
There were only seashells inside.

Women with Arms Folded Walk Down Our Streets

Women with arms folded,
Walk down our streets,
So many,
So many,
What secrets are they hiding?
What mystery?

Women with legs folded,
Yogic fly above our streets,
Ease traffic congestion,
Transcendental birds text-tweet.

For they are flying,
Totally Eco,
No high-heeled carbon footprint,
Yogic Overground with Nico.

Nut Cutlets

Nut cutlets,
Were invented by carnivores,
To ridicule vegetarians,
But vegetarians are smiling,
For nut cutlets,
Refuse to eat them.

Penis Anti-Wrinkle cream - For Men

Penis anti-wrinkle cream,
Penis anti-wrinkle cream for men.
Just,
For Men.

For men.

You think I'm joking?
I would never joke about something like this,
No,
It will happen.

So relax then,
And get ready,
For it shall happen.
Cheer up,
It really will happen.

Hydra sensitive,
Liposome smooth,
Collagen bollock serum,
Plump up those gravity grooves,
Penis anti-wrinkle cream,
It will only be for real men,
Not yet invented I'm dismayed to say,
So I better face-moisturiser mine until then.

Fascist Grannies Razz Pavement Tractors

Fascist grannies razz pavement tractors,
Dodgem prams and school-bling gangstas,
Fascist grandads gas F1 hamsters,
Skittle mums into bendy bus shelters.

Give 'em respect though,
They fought in the war,
The mods and the rockers,
On a beach,
In that century, late, of yore.

Some are immigrants,
- They live in Spain,
A few are too fat to work,
And entitled they are
- to be pavement rage clowns,
As they ear-plug Sir Cliff and Kraftwerk.

Through Her Looking Glass Eyes I Fall Into Wonderland

Through her looking-glass eyes,
I fall into wonderland..

"We need a telethon for war",
The minister appealed,
"I feel a need for a telethon for war,
Blair used all our cluster bombs
in our Iraq invasion,
And,
The unintended consequence,
Of this damned credit crunch,
The collateral damage it's caused,
Billions cannot be borrowed for war anymore,
So we need a telethon for war."

"Secretary,
Phone the gurning celebrities,
Throw fallen empire medals in front of them,
I'm sure they'll be delighted to cheer lead,
The telethon effort for war."

Jelly Conundrum

When I drop jelly,
On the floor,
Why does it land upside-down,
Like a toaster?
And when a woman says,
We need to talk,
Why do I always run for cover?

Is it?

Is it just me?
Am I the only one?
Who hates it when people ask:
Is it just me?
Am I the only one?

A Fortune Teller

A fortune teller,
After swirling,
And swirling,
And swirling my tea leaves round and round,
For nearly forty-four seconds,
Enquired,
Without looking up,
If I own a dishwasher,
I said no I didn't.

And,
She shook her head,
So slowly,
With a theatrical thoughtfulness,
Like she was a female beardless Brian Blessed,
Pronounced,
Bless-ed.

Have you ever owned a dishwasher?
No, never.

She stared into space,
For what seemed a bite-sized eternity.
A barely discernible thin film of sweat.
Then finally,
She stabbed,
Do you know anyone who owns a dishwasher?

I'm sure I do,
I'm sure i do.

Good.
She said.
Good.
Because, you know,
If you had said no,
I would have had no choice,
But to return your consultation fee.

Now,
That impressed me.

Polkadot Iridescent Ectoplasm

Polkadot,
Iridescent,
Ectoplasm.

And,
Candy floss,
Snowflake,
Tulip.
Four vikings,
Bloom,
Eiderdown,
Breasts,
Telegram,
Magic mountain fairy.

And finally,
Betray,
Kalashnikov,
Tahiti,
Moon,
Yonder.

They sound like words that belong
in a high quality poem,
But unfortunately,
For them at least,
Not this one.

Isn't that sad?
Terribly, terribly?

The Secret of Great Poetry

The secret,
Of great poetry,
Is all about,
Economy with words,
Especially in the current economic climate.

I wandered,
Daffodils.