The Works of P G Heron

Every so often I get an email from a man calling himself P G Heron. This mysterious character sends me poetry which is clearly the product of a dilated anterior fundus, no doubt brought on by excessive consumption of eggnog. If you wish to read on do be aware that by doing so you risk your eyes turning into soil.

Tuesday 14 February 2012

Bob Harris' Beard

Sold!
Auction grinds to inertia
And cold sadness dripped
From the newly unveiled
Chinscape
Like dogs trapped in an avalanche
As they towed Bob's old beard away.

Bought by billionaire Boris
From St Petersburg Oil Refinery
To be installed
In his wife's armpit
No expenses spared.
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