Tight fist balls limp fruit peelings
From upper pocket pokes cloth calendar
Robot Robert cringes as lowtide strikes
Weeping into a soiled hankie, this can’t be ‘appening
‘twas all a dream
Workshop infants toss around premature pups
As stained-eyeglasses are dipped
Into some pungent X400
That’ll do the job, dad
Was it all a dream? Asks he
As , laying out flat to alleviate bad dorsal, he squares up
his already prominent lower –jaw
Puts trousers back on
Combs hair and folds out penknife
‘this will be what will be will be’ he confusedly mutters
thankz 2 G F Compton 2021
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