Catherine wheel
Catherine wheel
Has a touch-paper,
If you drape her in attention.
Her colours fly as she drunkenly flails
her waning wails and Spirograph sparks
boy necked giraffes
crane necks
in neon arcs
expanded private parts
they
oggle her,
line up for it,
run for it.
Up for it Catherine wheel
Wears the skirt for it
Got the dress for it
The white heels for it
The wait for it
20 thousand rpm s
nailed to a garden gate fence
a drunken blur
twenty pace
colour trail
a derailed set of senses
I just can’t keep up with her
Shes a goer is our Cathy
A percy thrower
A high nickle lower
A Bruce Forsythe toupee mower
She slays the lot
Young and old
Every deck and fold
Many rockets she holds
Many spurts of gold
The medal men
The hairy Chester hens
All soft on the inside
Spins along the lot of us
Catherine wheel
Pete Crompton
Sun 9th Nov 2008 21:22
oy oy Jeff
Yes I agree a capital W would benefit. Bang on the money my man.
Bruce Forsythe toupee mower...- Now then.
what have we here?
this is an example of stream of thought, just the immediate words that spring to mind.
I would say that the girl appeals to all levels as she is so sexual in her way, so attractive and fiery. Bruce was known for his leggy gorgeous girls and I thought yes, they would slay him, lap him up and kinda devour him, the blades of sexuality reach all spaces and cut.
they may wish to bring him down to earth, hence the cutting of grass, the toupee like a grass clump on someone's head if fitted bad, she just mows it off.
veracious.