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.

Monday, 27 June 2011

Horror of magnets

The Horror of magnets
Iron filings in your face
Magnet makes the beard.
Your credit card slain remorselessly
Random killings.
C90 of 80s hits
Mutilated
By an impersonator of the north pole.
Synapses follow the leader
Alignment
Crashes into Boots
In a golf kart
Killing Bono.
Prison
No more magnets.
Posted by at

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)