Tags: creative wit
Category: picture, poetry, writing
Makepeace groomed her cat back at the dog. She was thinking of Jez, a one armed clamper of folk as pets. ‘Come here, Breeze’. the dog looked on and wagged. The sofa was purple with green spots. Makepeace felt a world of odds and ends. It only worked for her; no friends. From time to time they would throb over how to rule, ever as happy to leave. Thus queen, thus droole, makepeace was shorter than strong about personal science.
There was a law
There was an azalea
The election for the fix for life
Three elders, a dahlia and rosemary before divorce
Damage and wind, occasional blossom.
The groom reappeared, in the shape of a hog. It roared past the window, scattering oranges. Makepeace was wisdom early; she had a dear for what was next. Then she hid. Clouds formed heads rumouring the wash to intrude.
A copy of smudge the gerbil was feasting on a sunflower
quite near a pet shop in Hampstead
Long live care, snapped the door with bars
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