Imagine a nun singing this to a small assembly of children, that should be kinky enough. High-heel clad toesies, And latex sex-kittens, Bright rosy nipples And tight bondage mittens. Mummified perverts All tied up with string, These are a few … Continue reading
They say that too much beer Will result in feeling queer; So, to keep me hearty and hale Can I have a nice cocktail?
beatle bones and smokin` stones The dry sands fall the strawberry mouth strawberry moth STRAWBERRY CATERPILLAR strawberry butterfly strawberry fields All the winged eel slither on the heels of today`s children “Strawberry Fields Forever” yeah roosters ol glass roosters stick … Continue reading
The postman arrives, bills fall to the floor, My ebay purchase! I run to my door. A white, padded parcel enclosing CD Promotional album by Kid Symphony I’m tearing it open, but wait, what is this? A slipcase proclaiming – … Continue reading
For Jo When melon ripe the bug bemoans The happy crunch of beetle bones Is a source of untold joy As you insectile worlds destroy There falls Sparta, there falls Rome There falls another aphid’s home When empires of the … Continue reading
He fled from cliche in much the same way Liars avoid those things they have lied of As night flees from day he fled from cliche As an affliction that one might die of Hearing a joke he would not … Continue reading
The late Stanley Finkleter’s verse has been described as “cumbersome” for more than one reason. Here is the second. Melon vine, melon vine Milk of sweet cucumber wine Cultivate me, bathe my eyes Rinse out the nightly Tide of brine … Continue reading
In the nest of A wading stork Where newborn storklets Their cry uncork Might an inclined ear Encounter talk Dissimilarly hued And yet of uniform walk Occasionally rude And occasionally queer Emmanating from The pickled sphere The restless whispers From … Continue reading