Community Poem February 2025

Now you listen here, biscuit boy!
Compassion is the basis of morality.
I am a reusable cup, please return me

Floating through the dimensionless afternoon
I need to sit down. Where do the fish go at suppertime?

He was the bargain bin otter at the sperm bank,
Then his mouth dropped open and a vole popped out. 
Who is Alan, what is he for? 

Wonderings through witchcraft and struggles to remain men.
Sunsets and moonshine and hobbled, Robbled shoes. 
I left my keys on the kitchen table…

Bazinga-zinga Bazinga-zeng 
Every middle name is a character in Thomas the Tank Engine
Patchwork pattern, puzzle quilted

Life is too short to wait 10 minutes for a gin + tonic
0110001100 When you wave at the computer, your soul waves back.
There is an aging tortoise using face cream?

A line behind a line behind a line behind a line, how many words make up a line, how many letters behind one another lined up together line a line of loves.
The vivacious cat and a suitably startled rat.

Who is Alan, what is he for?