The 2016 Clown Scare
I’ve not had breakfast and the dentist talks of my mortality
At least we have suckable items
And Brian blessed is my patronus
I sat on a train that became a long, metallic fart
The hopeless case of progress
An aubergine between the legs
Bristol’s clear air zone – are you ready? I’m not
In my best, loudest football voice I said:
Two squatter’s wrongs don’t make a squatter’s rights
At least we have pizza
Love was bird in my hand and I squeeze – splat!
Which was incredibly wonderful
But then we all knew turkeys aren’t a just for Christmas, they’re a way of life
September rang like a scar,
Left upon that creature’s pity
A tourist in a resort
On the fourth Wednesday of the month
Ring ring goes the poet’s phone as he starts to rhyme…