Check your messages . . .
And so . . . he provided a puff of smoke,
To the dragon who thought one thing
It rose up and averted its eyes . . .
then snuck back to its cave.
But no, she of the hawk-faced ministry cried "No."
And called forth the frogs, who in unison chanted, "No-oo!"
Who called the judge, who came out and neatly said . . . .
"Permission denied. The accused shall be returned to the jails."
The girl who moved into the flat above mine smiled at me in the hall.
She has blonde hair and a lovely streak of blue through it.
Coming, shooting from muddy waters,
. . . numbing beauties, Luddite daughters.
Jupiter moons on a glassy night,
. . . feathered specks on a glossy snipe,
Hatted jazz-men eat free corn,
. . . How my girlfriend likes her porn.
Watch me feed her crocodile,
. . . as we bleed, our love's on trial.
Now the beetle crawls on granite,
. . . . down the needle, towards our planet.