(no subject)

Jakie.

I really like the jakie,
His skin is nice and flaky,
His eyes are red and soggy,
His underpants are boggy.
I'd shake him by the handy
But it's sticky, just like shandy.
He says it would be barry
If he and I could marry
But I get into a muddle
when I step into his puddle.
Our love is not to be -
I can't abide the smell of wee.

(no subject)

Potato.

Potato potato potato potato

Potato potato potato potato

Potato potato mmm potato

Potato potato potato.


(Much better when recited as performance poetry).

(no subject)

Machine.

Oh Machine I miss you so.
I miss your beeping and I miss your glow.
I miss Chris Tarrant talking to me
and Georgie - just like we were on tv.