Poetry

Monday 7 October 2019

Can they?

Fuck me I'm an animal
That's what makes me a man
That and its undeniable
That I can when I can the can can

All my cans got caught
They were flying North for the winter
She put up her net of naughts
And the Cans got caught in Knots

She left them there in the breeze
Floating like heartless dolphins
And All I could say was please
Can a donkey swim across the oceans?

It cannot?
Then can a Yacht, carry a pail of water?
It can
Then cannot the sky fill a VW van
With Surf Boards
Can the waves practice sport
On land for a change
Can Kings take their holidays
In caravans
Somewhere on the coast of Norfolk
They can



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