Brainjam - Poet’s Corner

Sodom cries the Priest
Gomorrah shrieks the Nun
But that really doesn’t stop me
From taking it up the bum.

A Poet mocked my verse
He said it was inane
But I just laughed at him
And mocked his hair
Then sobbed into a drain.

So farewell to Kwik Save
Sowerby Bridge’s finest grocer
No more Peperami noodles
And manager special peas.

Alas no more cheap tellies
And penny and thrupenny bags
No inexpensive vodka
And cubed beef for teas

The loss will be felt for generations
Its absence keenly felt.
No man will fail to mourn it.
Then go to Lidle for his cheese.

My Mistresses lies
Are written in ‘the Sun’
If hairs be wires
Black wires grow from her head
Although through choice
She’s turned them blonde instead.
Her tan is fake, her boobs are Silicone
Of Trout her pout, her nose is almost gone
And when you sigh, and at me your lips curl,
I have to say, “she seemed like a nice girl!”
Kate Anon(nny no)

WOBBLY EFFECT

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately shopping mall decree
Where Ralph the security guard ran.
Through Top Shop measureless to man.
Down to a kid in a hoodie…