STILTS my head was tottering on;
CAPER my soul did, at an awkward
ANGLE, the night I saw the staid pastor,
CIGAR in mouth, smoking in a manner untoward.
Unexpected
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Death by drowning
The
BELLE of the ball sadly has
DROWNed in a pool full of
ALGAE, with nary a sound. Let’s
HEIST (I mean hoist) her onto the ground.
Missing C
BILLY, that pleb, stands sole without a C today, while
ULCER, RACER, MINCE hoity-toity sit in C array.
RACER, ULCER, MINCE say C is here to stay, else
MINE, RA-ER, UL-ER, says Bill, will be all they say.
Whim
LOWLY member of the medical corps
SWORE loudly when an officer called him
CHAFF and ordered him to scarper for the
PAPER, that truly, he only wanted on a whim.
Here doesn’t come the bride
POUNDing out the miles/kilometres, I hit a
CLUMP in the road, bump both knees more than a bit and need a
WINCH to pick me up and place me in the ambulance. Now, instead of walking down the
AISLE I’ll be in a state of somnambulance.
Gossip
GLAZE over, mine eyes, while my heart grows
FLINT. That others should choose to
STOOP to such tongue-wrenching
ABUSE is no reason for me to join them.
Tacit
TACIT for 200 bars, I read, and
WRING my Bass Clarinet hands.
TODAY, it appears, I’m forced to
DWELL in the wasteland of military bands.
I don’t like climate science anymore
SHUSH, please don’t
SHARE the fact that
SOLAR power is, in many countries, unreliable; such knowledge
QUELLS – and quakes – the heart of your average Greenie.
[The problem with having SOLAR amongst the words; brings out the political…The title is a play on a line from a beer ad: ‘What’s wrong mate?’ – ‘I don’t like beer anymore…’]
Fussy
ZESTY ice-cream on a
STICK is
GIVEN the once-over by the
GOODY two-shoes child, rejected.
Whoops
SNIPE at me if you must. If that’s the
WORST you can do, I’m okay. I won’t
REACT, you ding-batted, twit-brained,
NUTTY fruit-caked, chunk of codswallop!
