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Jan 23, 2022
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Missus bandy legs.
I love you Missus bandy legs
your Yorkshire puds are great!
the geodetic dumplings
monolithic on my plate,
Your gravy is exquisite
baby carrots so divine,
and the magic you do with it
I'm so glad-- that you are mine!
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(thirty years later)
Look, its poached
or fuckin fried !
Its either, or !
there ain't no more,
tertiary options -- out de door !!
Mister bandy legs, Obi.
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Comments
Triskelion
3 years 5 months ago
Please publish a
..poetry book on the unfortunate exploits of Obadiah Grey. I would actually pay money for a copy.
Thomas
Obadiah Grey
3 years 5 months ago
I have thought about it,
I have thought about it, Thomas.
But, I'm not vindictive enough to foist my stuff on the goodly folk of 'actual poetry'.
Cheers, Obi.
Lamington
3 years 5 months ago
Poached or fried?
Try scrambled, coddled or raw as in steak tartare.
Or cook it yourself.
scribbler
3 years 5 months ago
I enjoyed
the change in perspective after 30 years