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April Flurry

Being Santa

Birthday

Brush Strokes

Byronic

City of Dreams

Cook and Drive

Do A Little, Leave A Lot

Ed Cases

Egg

Girl With One Track Mind (Sexhunters)

Glory Sealed

Haiku Firework

Hangover

Holiday Camp

I Fell in Love on the Northern Line

I Fought The Law and I Won

Jack Dove (Canto 1)

January Blue

Job Sonnet

Jury Service

Letter to February

Lewes (Till I Die)

Loving You

Madhouse

Meat Elegy

My Best (Wasn't Good Enough)

Odd Ends

Our Neighbours

Ownsome Valentine

Persian Sailing

Probably Not

Road Kill

Salsa

Saturday Night at the J H Tavern

Slam Door

Smoke In The Night

Snowscape

The Fight

The Last Word

The Liger

Whilst on Lose Hill

Women


Image of a liger to illustrate poem The Liger The Liger

I thought I saw a Liger
lurking in my dream,
getting saucy with a Tigron,
Goodness knows what that would bring!

A voyeuristic Zorse
espied the couple-unaware,
watching with his crony Zony -
they made a scuzzy pair.

Up popped the hippy Wolphin
like an aquine jack-in-a-box,
'Hey, man,' he said. 'What the fuss?
'They're practising safe sox!'

The Zebrand came, the Beefalo too,
and the Geep screened it all through his webcam
till the Labradoodle crossed them, barking:
'Stop! You're behaving just like humans!'

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