Garlic dawn.

It doesn't mean samurai 

To the cat 

And I lake his tea chest 

We am skin and fish to him 

The broken embers of his mewly 

Castigation sky dives motley 

Like a fledgling 

On a wind farm 

South of Devon, o my bognor

Crystal sherry 

Next to nowhere, in the adage 

Water lagging 

Like public service announcements

Well done Reginald molesworthy

You parked an Austin maxi 

Wish I'd brought me brolly

Rude above the catamyc hubbub 

Luke and Milton bondage freely 

And you minkle with my cherub

It doesn't mean pea in the sky 

Off the bat 

Sonic curtains 

Rail in sunder 

Positing photons 

In my horn

And I fake his beard with parsley 

Did she make my tea with prawns

I have eaten like a parsnip 

Copper sulphate

All that yawns

Give me death or give me gobbit

Slapped in cowpats 

Garlic dawn. 

2/08/17 

Aubrey Beardsley style illustration by irina Savina