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, 21 June 2011

Terence Trent Mugabe

Terence Trent Mugabe
Sent himself to Derby
In a mouse's pocket.
"You're an idiot mate",
Left his mouth
And swept
As a spectre
In a breadbin
Into the uninterested sky.
Meanwhile,
Lord Mayor of Derby
Passed a hot stool
Into the uninterested u-bend
And a love affair began.
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