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Shaded Lamp Jun 2014
Hanging upside down
He wriggled
And he struggled
Then he wriggled some more.
But no matter how he wriggled
Or how he was cheered and applauded
No matter how much he huffed
Puffed and blushed
There was no getting out
Of the straight jacket
Wriggle Wriggle
Struggle
The cheering turns to jeering
The clapping to back slapping
As he huffed and puffed
The jeering came to creshendo
The audience gasped for breath
As did the wriggler
Who wiggled
To his death
Ta daa!
Dave Bosworth Nov 2014
1.
The imaginarium speaks for itself
It isn't a rough & rumble place
                      and inferno
                               or a monastery
but  
       semblance of poetry
                         slice of junkfood

     - escapologist

© Copyright David Bosworth November 2014
TonyC Sep 2014
Why do biopics
have to dramatise and
sensationalise?
What is wrong with the unvarnished truth
Do they think that our brains can't handle it?
Harry Houdini the famous escapologist
never hated his father
met Rasputin and never was a spy
He did escape whilst tied to a cannon
with it's fuse lit
and don't ask people to punch
you in the stomach
because that is how he died
He was a Houdini of the hamster world
an escapologist most quite
he was very naughty at night
as soon as you turned off the lights

From his cage, he would escape  
doing all of his escapades
a very naughty hamster was he
in his master cup, he would ***

Sinclair was never a square
never needed to wear underwear
for he had hairy *****
and boy they kept him cool

He carries around the house
his clandestine plans
before he gets into his cage
he will bite his master's hand

He is a very naughty hamster
with cheeky cheeks that do spill
and one thing about him
he has one of a strong will


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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