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Zimbabwe, November 2017

Zimbabwe, November 2017

 

I'm not a fan of coups

But if this one ousts Mugabe

Then, woohoo!

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Bags

Here's a kind of slaggy one:

 

Bags:

Where are those carrier bags?

No, not those recycled poncy type.

The slaggy ones, a slip of plastic, 

with Key Markets or Tesco on the side,

Like me Mum had.

 

Throw away ones - which is exactly

what you did.  

Shamelessly, without a single qualm. 

plenty more where they came from.

 

Don't get me wrong, I salute those 

...

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Arthur

Arthur

Its Jennifer's birthday,

Break out the champagne

Put up balloons and coloured paper chains

The child is on top of the world

so it seems

That was until Arthur,

Shattered her dreams

For those in the dark

At this moment in time

Let me introduce Arthur

On nasty feline

A moggy with menace

A cat with conviction

He'd scratch on the chairs

And leave hair...

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Rzhepiks (something funny)

And in the refrigerator at night

Food is more useful and right

                    ***

Nothing is forever under the star

Started my doctor from afar

                    ***

About alcohol - I know my norm as such

But I can’t drink so much

                     ***

You are very chained by  brain

Let me loosen the chain

                  ***

Olga's heart is made of ...

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The Path Of White Blossom

T'was early midnight & he was still up for more fun,

so he went scattering his white blossom on the run,

And as he streaked off down the long drive

the air did seem to be quite bright and alive

as the street lamps lit up that quite comic scene

like a film of some old timer's fantasy dream…

 

Not that he once noticed the trailing spread

of all those white flakes from his emp...

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