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
Winnie the Who
Ukelele
Torn by bear
Broken wood asunder
Strings strangle
Ends dangle
Drumkit and bass mangled
Lets go for a shit in the woods
Before The Old Grey Whistle Test
Farts out a classic
Through unusual gaps
In Bob Harris' beard.
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