A Dog of the sea
once told me;
"It's the pointy bits
of ships that go forward,
the blunt bit stirs the ****
behind."

First we fashiond our Gods
of stone
and then from a
sacred wood,
we even tried out
flesh n bone,
but it wasn't -
quite as good.
we lauded him as
"SON OF BOSS"
then promptly nailed
him - to the cross.
so can I borrow
your latest God?
as this one's
one helluvan-
awkward sod!....

I'd like three cows
- maybe a bull;
couple of alpacas
- fer the wool.
a turtle,
a frog,
few pigs n a hog,
oh, - n a tortoise
n a porpoise
- the eggs
- which I'd flog

We danced around handbags
in Budleigh Salterton.
We oiled the hips on
yesterdays snake;
we were blue rinsed Madonna
and Fred Astair wanna.

we were flaming flamingos
on a shimmering lake.

I like cows;
cows seem to like Me,
maybe we ought to get together sometime;
chew the cud,
talk udders--
YEAH,
that'd be good,
we could crap on daisies
in the meadow,-
watch them grow-
**** in streams
add a liddle-- YELLLOOOWWW,
eat only the greenest grass
yeah, that'd be good,

I just need to learn to mooo.
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