A Bad Dose of the Sonnets

Hello folkingtons, delightful to see you again. Three more poems - and yes I haven't a clue what any of this is about or where it's going, but I must say being a poet is a real blast, the money is spectacular and sitting in my underpants smoking gitanes at four in the morning c'est tres moi!

SAXOPHONOSYNTHESIS

The sun's a solar instrument

At the angels' beatnik gig

But if you want to hear it

Daddy-o, you have to dig.

For the music flows in silence

From the tip of heaven’s eave

And quietly it jives through air

Below to waiting leaves.

The leaves they vibrate twigs,

Twigs and branch and bough,

Down the tune keeps beating

Past the locus of the plough.

Until, where trees are fastened

To terra firma by their shoots

There you sense that music

It goes Rooty

                         Toot

                                    Toot

                                                Toot.

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AND ALL THEY EVER FOUND WAS MOTHER HUBBARD'S BONES

Old Mother Hubbard

Went to the Cupboard

To feed her minature poodle

When she got there

Inside lurked a bear

With his big hairy bum in her strudel.

YUM! YUM!

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THE TRUTH ISN'T

Eve eloped with the snake

(Left one rib I.O.U.)

Noah’s ark did not float

(Leaky two by twos.)

The Tower of Babel reached its peak

Avoiding liquidation

(Two Mormons climbed to the top

Then offered God salvation)

Abraham’s sacrifice

Isaac did not survive

A Japanese whaling boat

Ate Jonah alive

And walls around Jericho

Israel did not uproot

While Goliath with a sheep

Cleaned David off his boots

And that's the truth despite the plain

Bible contradictions

Those Mormons rubbed the Lord up wrong

Now truth's stranger than friction

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Until we meet again - keep chewing on those gitanes.