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When you got a mortgage

Fancy little house

Furniture from Ercol

Dancing with your spouse

Don’t think love lasts for ever

Like life is all secure

Any moment baby

They’re knocking at your door.

First there are the Nazis

Then the Soviet gore

Don’t look for your house, love

Nothing is secure

Love is for the angels

What is living for?

Goodbye,Mrs Perebyinis.

Goodbye your children

Crossing a broken stone bridge

Shelled by Russian soldiers

See your suitcase and dog

harness on the ground.

I hear your dog barking

I hear the planes circle

The moon shines indifferently

As it does on the man who ordered the attack

God is a moon

Who is the sun?

Where nobody knows

What’s going on

Who by fire?

Who by water?

It’s all said and done

Our tomcat has eaten a bird

He is hungry so this is the third

Mother is skint

We live in a tent.

She screams all night long so I’ve heard

Dr Kumar is famed for his humour.

He goes mad when the season is lunar.

He jogs every night

The full moon is in sight

If you have a piano he will tune her.

The dead leaves of the autumn sink down low.

The buds of cherry sing of long ago

Jack was pecked at by a

cunning bird.

It was a big blue budgie,I have heard

He kept her well fed

She slept on his head

So much for the cat and her fur

Anne once had a poor sense of humour

Until she wed a young doctor Kumar

He showed her cartoons

Bought her perfume

After that all Is heard were their murmurs

There was a young lady in Barnet

Whose garden was covered in tarmac

When I asked her why

She started to cry

I never intended to harm it

Near the tree a little bird came by

A sparrow with a mirror in its eye

How I miss the postcards you once sent

Loved your writing and the image lent

Now the writing pen runs out of ink

i hope the artist’s brush can help us think.

Typing takes the personal away

Our letters can no longer life convey

I imagined I saw flowers like flakes of snow

On my dead viburnum hanging low

It’s sweet pinkness gave me great delight.

It’s absence is a wound to this small heart.

My tears were running where they never walked.

My voice was singing long before I talked

My heart was broken yet it was no plate.

I met my husband long before our date

I confessed my sins while in the womb.

I shall do the same when in the tomb

I confess I killed a dandelion

If not so it weren’t for lack of trying.

I abused a buttercup last year

I filled it full of tea and not of tears

The daisy has complained I hurt her tongue.

I never knew she had one was I wrong?

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The metal gleams with gold like tiny sun

Telling us pure light can overcome

I find they have put me on statins.

This follows a regular pattern.

Aspirin thins our blood

Good we’re not wood

I would rather learn Carving than Latin

I wanted to relearn my Latin

There was a table and chair that I sat in

I remembered the endings

Without understanding

So I’m no imbecile, I’m a cretin