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Written by Nick Alexander | |||
Sunday, 07 September 2008 00:00 | |||
Soul They say the body is the temple of the soul.
She was A good-templed woman, Liked to get a bit of worship Under her belt.
There were queues To use her pews.
Heart and soul Of gold, She was Frank In sense, De-myrrh indeed.
Many a soul On many a foot Learned to lapse In her apse; In devotion To kiss her, On the whole, On her soul.
Copyright Nick Alexander Published by Turn Up Books in the anthology For Reasons Of Space - available for £7.50 at Ice Bytes and the Three Counties Bookshop Some Bugger's Been Fiddling With My Toaster Setting Some Bugger's been fiddling with my toaster setting; It's most upsetting. It's clear it's not impinged Upon the bread; that's hardly even singed.
Some Bugger's been fiddling with my toaster setting; Visitors need vetting. It surely was a raid well planned, Just a subtle sleight of silent hand.
Some Bugger's been fiddling with my toaster setting; They must be letting All and sundry out to roam About my kitchen when I'm not at home.
Some Bugger's been fiddling with my toaster setting; What's the betting That a fool has thought to tread Where Angels rush in to toast their bread.
Copyright Nick Alexander Published by Turn Up Books in the anthology I've Already Spent It - available for £6 at Ice Bytes and the Three Counties Bookshop Video Link: Excavations of Eternity
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