Homos + Phones
Homophones are homogeneous geniuses
And to two more tumors
Of knotted color, not calor
In court, after four caught, for dual duels
The reporter's nose knows
Who's news with whose noose
It's not fair to have no fare
Whether the weather
Missed the scene of mist seen
And stayed staid that only made
The incorrigable maid encouragable, to
Lead the led there with lead in their head
Those who cast their die, die
The one who leaves, won
Two leaves leave, too
aw, are we writing again?
i once had a bath in the City of Bath
Cain brought his Cain into school
I wanna marry Dawn at the crack of dawn
Even I don’t think they’re even
going to the fair sounds fair to me
Great was the grated cheese!
hi, are you high??
indigo wanted to paint the sky indego
J is Jay’s favourite letter
Sir Pete was knighted over night!
Lou is going to the loo
May was born in May
no, I don’t know the time
Oh, O is your favourite letter
i peed in the pool for 5p
you oBly gave me a quater of the quatrr pounder!
Ray is just such a ray of sunshine!
some people like a good sum every now and then
too many people use the number two these days
Varooka From Charlie and the chocolate factory was as rotten as the varooka on my toe!
we have to wee wee on the floor!
you’re neglecting your kids
this and that
Hit the brake before I break
I have an hour before our time is up
I'll wail like a whale until you take
Sorry that I've peaked but that must have piqued your interest
A pair of clouds I want to pare away
I'll raise the rays of the sun
See the light scatter across the sea
Prey on my reflection and pray that I'm done
He Left to the Left.
It had only been two weeks, when he asked if she loved him too
But he didn’t know that the answer was no
He knew it was new,
He was blue when he blew it,
He was told to shoo so he put on his shoe,
Forgot the other one, and she had won,
He forgot his cell, perfect for her to sell,
He turned left, and finally left.
The Flair of a Pish-Posh Flare
Aye! Listen to my ails
For my long lost love of those dry, pale ales!
How parched my barren throat turns aflame
As I stand between these magnificent arcs –
Mesmerized by the ancient, sacred arks
That have been resurrected
From his pain.
Laid naked about like a chipped, window pane!
As I stumble upon that dirt path home,
I brayed in a drunken hum
To the lass who fashioned an evening braid.
But it was she who left cause
To the now broken, beating flesh of mine –
As those tones matched this heart’s hollowed caws.
An in my chance,
I crocheted some chants,
For the school children’s hymns that day.
And in my arid stupor,
As sobriety shapes my logic,
I cowered,
Like a shameful coward,
Under the moonlit reflection I saw then.
My face,
So haggard,
My beard as a dirty crewel –
Oh, how life has been cruel
To a drunkard like me!
Within these dense dents
That lay upon my crown,
I defusely disengage
the frayed edges that linger diffusely in the dim light.
I am of no harm.
But to thee who peer behind
The dark, moldy veil to accede,
My trials,
The gross of my failures,
Will far exceed.