WritalongaBeck
Lost in a paradise of parallel motion
Carried by the pigeon to a recycled Time
Swinging in the winds of indigestable Fortune
Melodiously swinging the volcanos in the band.
Watching the umbrellas from the top of the rainbow
Swirling like a matchstick in a scatterbrain eye
Jumping through the craters of a democratic floodlight
Making tiny gestures with a poodle's IQ
Milky monkeys samba with the entries in a phone book
Changing into second for a rally in the bath
Trees are growing noses like a treacle-centred shop front
Raindrops refract teatime when the sun is in the sky
Surf serf
I met a conman on the Net
Who said "look at the service you get
You can surf while online
From a BT phone line
And still never get the screen wet".
Ode to a ZIP drive
Oh my darling ZIP drive
You have taken so long to arrive
I took you from the shop today
Its a shame I had to pay.
By Nemesis Watson, fellow rhymester
The Morgue
Remove the chewing gum from his mouth
And face his hands and feet due south
Then close his eyes with a flick of the wrist
And empty his pockets with a nimble twist.