Category: extra

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 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.

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…’]

ZESTY ice-cream on a
STICK is
GIVEN the once-over by the
GOODY two-shoes child, rejected.

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!

THINK the trend for the sauce is to
AMAZE. I’m amazed you didn’t know this.
SAUCE likes to think it amazes, so
TRENDy does the sauce think it is.

BRACE yourself for a wall falling on you: the
HIPPO has arrived for breakfast.
BROAD north, south, east and west, he maintains a
GOOEY expression, in spite of his stature.

LOCAL
BELIE dancers’ beads
CLINK while they – the dancers –
SAUTE dinner.