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A Friends Love bite from a Giraffe at London Zoo
A Poem by
Stuart Munro
A friend visited London Zoo He got a love bite from a Giraffe And he had the neck to tell me about it I didn’t want to know , but over a c..
I strangle nose drops
A Poem by
Stuart Munro
Perfection ends the dramatic world Imperfection has lost its polluted smell The bells I hear ring , the stunted squiggly church The political ma..
Lard in an Abstract Avenue
A Poem by
Stuart Munro
I see Lard in an abstract avenue I chuckle with gut rot Your sitting on barb wire But seem comfortable Is that normal for a free mason The..
i smell onions on a sweating sink
A Poem by
Stuart Munro
In the misty close of darkness I smell onions on the sweating sink My head revolves to a head squashed area It all seems to make me eye shrunk a..
Scuba Diving avoiding Bat Droppings and eating a c..
A Poem by
Stuart Munro
Scuba diving avoiding Bat droppings and Eating a cake in a Wardrobe , that’s life The munch of deliberate mouthfuls escalate into rabid knock..
When the Robots take over
A Poem by
Stuart Munro
When the Robots take over We won’t need to do nothing They will control us No need to go to work , Rushing Just sit around or just sleep..
Robot Flowers
A Poem by
Stuart Munro
I tend the Garden ,Robot flowers talk to me My robot neighbour talks to me over the fence A robot delivery , turns up with a parcel It’s m..
The Upside down Room
A Poem by
Stuart Munro
When your in the upside down room A clown stitches your clothes too small for noon You go to bed with an upright head Then your hanging upside d..
In the waves under a Dancing moon
A Poem by
Stuart Munro
In the waves under a Dancing moon Like a caterpillar out of a fresh cocoon This is after Deaths sweep clean with a fresh broom You can’t w..
Pick of the Day
A Poem by
Stuart Munro
I used a lot of ink on this one , about five gallons
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