Bitter lemon

January 22, 2016 at 8:12 am | Posted in Poem | Leave a comment
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I asked the grocer

why he was selling just

USA

lemons.

He said the sun had

fried all the flowers in

Queensland.

A melancholy

Eureka.

 

A Husband’s Thanks for a Home-Cooked Meal

September 9, 2009 at 12:35 pm | Posted in Poem | Leave a comment
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20060816 010 Wok Fire

Light my fire!

I’m your bok choy baby,

You can call me Green Pea Paul.

I’ve got grinnage from that spinach

And that’s not bloody all.

I’m a lamb ramming psycho

Who never took a leek.

I’ve had a hit of gravy

That’ll last me till next week.

So thank you wife so precious

For an ace and decent feed.

You’re smart, cool and pretty,

And you fill my every need.

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