Brutkey

Brian Bilston
@brianbilston@mastodon.online

Here’s a poem which has become trapped in a vicious circus (and other phrases of a similar elk).

To Be Pacific Why do you always go off on a tandem, say goodbye without further adieu? It’s time you climbed down from your pedal stool – this is not a phrase you’re going through,   when antidotal evidence suggests you’ve been three-wheeling right from the start. Or rather, from the gecko, as you might say. You’re always upsetting the apple tart.   Now I’m not saying I’m above approach: it takes two to tangle, I won’t deny it. But when push comes to shovel and all’s set and done, I need rest bite. A little piece of quiet.   I’d love to curl up in the feeble position but you pass me from pillow to post, you see, with your Belgian whistles and semi-skilled milk – they do not pass mustard with me.   I don’t regard you as a social leopard. You’re no escape goat – just a hapless case. But do be aware there may be reaper cushions when you cut off your nose despite your face.   Brian Bilston