Eight Six Seven Five
Three O Ni-eee-ine (repeat)
That's Jenny's number

A vow to bludgeon
All advancing curmudgeon
Pardon my dudgeon

forty three degrees
the christmas tree is wilting
summer down under

A happy new year?
Hope its better than the last
Each year just gets worse
*
Each year I just hope
Please let it change for the best
I can

Small gusts of light snow
False angels float on the winds
Idly drifting

Snow falls upon branch
Pleasant walk through the forrest
Living off the grid

Welcome Welsh poet.
Echo on. Show us again
He who seeks rest finds boredom.

Grotesque reverie
Reverant grotesquerie
No solace, I flee

Call the mortician
My blood alcohol content
Approaching fatal

Perpetual frauds:
Laissez-faire economy
And the virgin birth

my awesome future
good-bye two thousand and
five
hello the next day

Your new year comes soon
My Julian Calender
Doth beg to differ

The sea rushes in,
rises, takes a bite and chokes
on his syllable.

Good-bye holidays
Eleven months of freedom
Damn I hate egg nog

he who cuts himself
while shaving without lather
is a bloody fool

The echo returns.
"Here I am, you sent for me",
returns the echo.

It

Bats in a church yard
sing of blindness to the night.
Who knows our vision?

viagra for surf
just something to make it swell
and we'll get all wet

A timeless oak gazes
calmly from its being as
the World grows younger.

What a gay Christmas!
a belly full of turkey,
bowel filled with seed.

the christmass season
a time of love and tollerance
brings out hidden hate

this internet website
it rules a lot of ass
spank my bottom

Want to know only thing that God laughs at?
Mankind, and thier plans for the futer

there's a bit of pig
bread and salads and then
icecreams made by mum

a bucket of prawns
and a few dozen oysters
no turkey in sight

stanta is a whore
his pimps are department stores
happy xmas all

i have to wonder
what does god get for christmas ?
anything he wants

it's fucking hot here
and then there's bloody santa
make it go away

it's that time again
peace on earth, goodwill to men
i'd like to see that

The holiday I
celebrate? TOYOTATHON.
O Camry be praised!

What would Jesus eat
on X-mas? Carved ham? No. He
don't dig on the swine.

i love my beret
and i'm not in the army
though i have some gaul

A deal between friends
Know that I would do the same
for you if needed.

If I'm wearing a
beret and I haven't joined
the army, shoot me.

always remember
you are a huggable man.
what she wrote to me

Switch to remote work
Trading worries for worries
Emotional wash

jon frum, santa claus
i got mine and you got yours
manna from heaven

If knowledge gives you
Small tools, I

it's disappointing
the best quantum mechanics
have very small tools

Learning 'bout quanta
Lessons of the smallest type
Seem to mean the most

Its not to get made
The point of entirety
Its nothing at all

Curse of the season
The biting wind turns against
All humanity.

Jolly man in red
With black patent leather boots
Sounds kinda gay, yes?

Dear Janis, I wish
You have a lovely Christmas
And all of you too

I

Some sence of duty
Some to do good for others
Some ego driven

Reached the dizzy heights
Ex mayor of this town old town
His small minds content

Just bumped into him
He excited, just published
His book on himself

Just had a coffee
Market Square packed with shoppers
All smiling this year

Strange name to call it
But I just lifted it up
Two wet luscious lips