He moved

Thinkings and poems 1 Minute

He said he wanted a battery for his hen!I thought it was clockwork.
The coast of England has been so battered by  the ocean it is leaving for a Shelter
.Is it  one  of those at Blackpool on the Prom?
You guessed!
A battery operated food whisk was unknown in Tudor times.This info is brought  to you by Raatchi and Paatchi.Don’t ask why.
Why not?

He’s been watching the TV all day.What does he think it is going to do? Mate with my laptop or apply for citizenship? Go out for a ramble? Emigrate? Shout, oh Exit!

I am cooking my sinner tonight.I reckon  I should throw  him in the fire.
To think Joan of Arc was only 19 when she was killed…. and I’ve lived here for 48 years.

I’d love a dead duck tonight
We don’t cook live ones
Do you curry  them?
They are too small to carry me.

Suppose all the ducks in London got together and  caught Doris Swanson
Why?
They’d cook her  for tea.
Is  she transgender
Yes, he is!
Make him deliver a joke  or otherwise the  post
The letters boxed
Did they knock him out?
How does one tell?
He would lie on the ground and not  move.
Shall I shoot him?
Why?
He moved!

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Published by Katherine

Poetry writer and author

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9 thoughts on “He moved”

  1. Katherine, this is a really nice stream of consciousness poem that means a thousand things at once. I’ve been finishing the preparation of my next post. It is about an experimenter in language like you–Gertrude Stein. I think you might like it. This poem of yours reminds me again of how much I like your work. Conrgatulations on it.
    Best, David.

    1. Thank you so much,David.That is very kind.
      I was just thinking of emailing you.I shall be coming over to your blog when I’ve had a rest

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