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    apparently its national poetry day in the UK


    There once was a barmaid named Gail
    On whose breasts was the menu for ale
    But since she was kind
    For the sake of the blind
    On her ass it was printed in Braille

    The Shipping Forecast by Seamus Heaney

    Dogger, Rockall, Malin, Irish Sea:
    Green, swift upsurges, North Atlantic flux
    Conjured by that strong gale-warning voice,
    Collapse into a sibilant penumbra.
    Midnight and closedown. Sirens of the tundra,
    Of eel-road, seal-road, keel-road, whale-road, raise
    Their wind-compounded keen behind the baize
    And drive the trawlers to the lee of Wicklow.
    L’Etoile, Le Guillemot, La Belle Hélène
    Nursed their bright names this morning in the bay
    That toiled like mortar. It was marvellous
    And actual, I said out loud, ‘A haven,’
    The word deepening, clearing, like the sky
    Elsewhere on Minches, Cromarty, The Faroes.

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    Sep 2012

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    Let me slide my velvet tongue
    up and down
    the insides of your milky way
    until I find my path
    that leads the way
    to yours heavens
    bet you moan the whole way
    One soft touch
    and your ambisions slipe away
    your body trembles
    as my fingers play;
    high notes, low on your body
    silent screams slowly slip away
    our bodies
    press their luck
    like human nature,
    its in our nature,
    to play that way.
    Our bodies colliding
    deep inside, I'm subsiding
    my hips bucking,
    yours riding mine,
    my fantasy
    you and me
    in Ecstasy.

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    Jun 2016


    When you're sliding into first
    And your pants begin to burst
    That's diarrhea, diarrhea

    When you're sliding into two
    And your pants are filled with goo
    That's diarrhea, diarrhea

    When you're sliding into third
    And you feel a greasy turd
    That's diarrhea, diarrhea

    When you're sliding into home
    And your pants are filled with foam
    That's diarrhea, diarrhea

    You're getting in a state
    cos' you've left it very late
    diarrhea diarrhea

    It comes out of your bum
    like a bullet from a gun
    diarrhea diarrhea

    runs down your leg
    like a scrambled egg
    diarrhea diarrhea

    It's not very funny
    but it's very hot and runny
    diarrhea diarrhea

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