..and what did they do
with the drunken sailor?
jail her?

Where y'all at?
I'm on the carpet singing
to the cat.

Rhymes need not make sense
in fact
the more sense they make
the longer it may take
to make them.

Sunday,
what y'all got planned?
a bucket
a *****
and ten tonnes of sand,
give me a hand and
we can build castles.

keeping myself occupied
whilst remaining free.

And
it'll soon be Crimbo
reindeer **** on white snow
and television regurgitating
another old show,
yes
it'll soon be Crimbo.

this one for David Jacobs
Jacobs as in crackers and
not as in Marley's here
David full of Christmas pud
and lots of Christmas cheer.