A few poems

Cherry

A Duck

The duck The duck had an ugly patch of blood on its back. No feathers, just gore and skin, neat oblong, razed like a mown graveyard plot in the midst...

Brunel University, Uxbridge: proposed anthem

Bru- a beer, a Real Ale beer, nel, a bell rings when you die, U- , a name I call yourself, ni-, it's there below your thigh, vers-, a piece of...

Come Flobby Flarnett, Lard My Bog

Come Flobby Flarnett, lard my bog. Eh, don't just stand there, spurt yer frog! Get it out lad, let's be seein' ya: Jenkins did, aye, an' Bradley...