Lava, Lava, Lavadora
You have a fiery latin aura,
Unlike the boring and mundane,
Anglo-saxon washing machine.
Your sister Secadora
Can spin and make my trousers warmer,
But only you, Lavadora,
Can make my underpants come clean.
Monday, December 24, 2012
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
"SON OF NIGHTSOIL OF THE CONCEALED EMU"
Friday 14 December 2012 8pm
£6 and £:5 (concessions)
Poetry Café, 22 Betterton Street
December 14th
P.R.MURRY
Launching his new book of selected poems
"SON OF NIGHTSOIL OF THE CONCEALED EMU"
with
ZOLAN QUOBBLE
Adrenalin soaked rhythmn n´ verse
SUE JOHNS
Spellbinding poet with Cornish roots
EMILE SERCOMBE
Visual pyrotechnics and eccentric wordplay
PATRIC CUNNANE
Perfect storm of passion and politics
Friday 14 December 2012 8pm
£6 and £:5 (concessions)
Poetry Café, 22 Betterton Street
London WC2
Covent Garden Tube
dodo modern poets letting fly with words
0208 687 1930
mobile 07769777022
http://dodomodpoets.com/dodo.shtml
Wednesday, December 05, 2012
TROUSER SHORTAGE: A RATIONAL SOLUTION
TROUSER SHORTAGE:
A RATIONAL SOLUTION
I gotta
deal with a real
Trouser
Shortage here.
I gotta
deal with a real
Trouser
Shortage here.
Either my
trousers have
Shrunk into
shorts
Or my legs
Have grown
in the night
Like giant
bamboos
Fertilised
by elephant dung
And they’re
now too long
SO, I gotta
deal with a real
Trouser
Shortage here.
But, I know
whatta do
Yes indeed,
yes I do
I’m gonna
get austere
To deal
with the Trouser Shortage here.
Gonna cut
my legs off
Gonna
amputate them both
And then I’ll
trust in future growth
That’s how
I’ll deal with my
Trouser
Shortage here.
YES
That’s how
I’ll deal with my
Trouser
Shortage here.
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