my **** stinks
and the colour is yellow the old cuddly fellow
is wasted
is there glass in my nail?
a minor detail
in a cosmic dilemma or
somethings up the spout i stand
under – I see
said me:
the blind woman waving
her wooden leg out the scullery window the gallery is a wonderful place at night in ernest
you must know what I mean? sure, bob says it better