muffle-buggered sky thing

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muffle-buggered sky thing ( a poem )

 




yes, it's squidgy in the riddle

said the lemon to the lark

as the catnip purred a lion

& the dogwood wolfed a bark


as the vicar played the fiddle

& the spiders spun an ark

neath a muffle-buggered sky thing

as the morris men turned dark


as the acorn chased a squirrel

up a flagpole in the park

& the marquis in his marquee

showed some aardvarks his birthmark


aye - it's vim-stuff in the fizzle

said the fishwife to the shark

oh but change is rearranging

it's that never-ending spark

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