It's a beautiful, scatalogical day!
Squint hard enough, and the rising sun
becomes a shizing bum.
This is the secret power of rhyme.
Hold it in your cupped hands like a hot
glowing sprite - adopt an attitude of wonder
and the rapt expression you've seen on
toy adverts, so your friends will cluster round
to see this rare treat for themselves,
then push a small moist pretzel
of dog mess into their credulous faces.
This is a lesson more precious than gold,
though less malleable.
Thursday, 26 November 2009
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