Millions of rhymes
Going round
Inside my head
Some about the
Living
Some about the
Dead but
Mostly
from
The
words
I’ve read.
I am tired
Going to draw
The line
This is Guinness
Number nine.
**** I haven’t
Fed the cat
Never mind.
Because Thats
Just that.

I’m a little pawn
On a chess board
Wanting to be
king for the day.
Moving left
Moving right
Always getting
Killed
By that
Nasty knight.
When I awake
Inside another game
Every time
I get ****** slain.
I think the queen
She’s on the take
I do hope I
Don’t make
The same mistake.
I am a little pawn
In a little square
Moving black
Moving white
Made the same mistake
Oh ****** *****.

There’s horror
Coming out
Of the lake
Of tears,
The hunting
Trip
Turned
Rather queer.
Found a
Cabin
Deep in the
Woods
Those creatures
From hell never
Understood.
Blood didn’t
Run through veins
The living had
to endure their
Pain.
The sun came up
Dissipated fears
They Wandered back
To the lake of tears.

Knew a girl
Called Mabel
Two wooden
Legs short
Of a table.
Legs made of
Ash
She made some
Cash
By drinking
People under
The table.

Aunty Mary
Had a canary
Half way down
Her draws
It was there
For 25 years
And won the
Victoria cross

Living in a *** hole
Middle of the road
Me and my mate
Jeremy  
the
A D H T toad.
Man it was hectic
Stupidly inane
The Heavens
opened one day
Toady was
Never to be
seen again.
Poor old
Jeremy
washed
down
The  ******
drain.
Life in that
Pothole
Was so
Fantastically
Insane.

Thrill seeker me
I jumped of a kerb
Me and my tiny
Brain thought
It was superb.
Life don’t exist
If you say
I can’t
Take it from me
This thrill seeker
Ant