A pain in the Aspens

 She was up there drinking asp's milk

Or bathing in the stuff

Do you know how long it takes to milk an asp?

To fill an entire bath!

The place must have been crawling in snakes

They must have had an infestation

Or else bred them

I suppose there was an Asp zoo

Oh look Mummy, another asp farm

They must have been like cows in England

Another bloody dairy herd.

Well it must have been nice to see all those asps 

Milling about the Egyptian countryside

And I bet the local population really thanked Cleopatra

For propagating them

Only they are notoriously difficult to keep behind fences

And I should imagine

The number of Asp bites to the bottom or leg increased

ten fold under her reign

You could say she was a pain in the ass

Or a pain in the Asp

I wonder if Aspens have any connection to asps? 

Talk like an Egyptian

 Welsh slates shipped to Egypt

Long, long ago

Outcome: Cleopatre Under Egyptian snow

Who would have guessed it

The first of the plagues

God knows how it got there

Probably across the waves

The tombstone teeth, gnashing of gums

Some Hungarian car repair man

On a bum run

Wanting to fix

Mark Anthony's Chariot

Oh he was an Ambitious man

Like Trump

Only on a Bad day

Trying to slaughter the

Sacred Cow

Of Reason

Yet he married a Russian Lady

Beautiful as Cleopatra, probably

Except she really was a rich and powerful Queen

And he is a hedge monkey now

Can you clean the windows of the pyramids

With the water of the Nile

What if the ladders all had tights in them

What if the snakes were really

Phallic representations

And did Caesar invent the boardgame

To keep himself occupied in the wee small hours

Thinking of Antony and Cleopatra

In all their heavenly powers

Pharaoh, far away, far away sky

All the tribes of Israel 

Over the rainbow in a foreign land

May die

Unless a Moses leader can take away

The blame

And scapegoat

Or shake the boughs

Where the sleeping babies lie

Arthur Rimbaud

 She was strongly shambolic

And of the large indiscreet trees

Like through falling glass their leave

Malinely, so near, so near

Sat upon a great chair

In the nude, she fidgeted her hands

On her cheek a fresh breeze

Her little feet they ended her, they ended her

I was the colour of the sky

A little determined ray

Butterflies in my mouse

And on her lip, like flies on roses

I basked in her fine features

She gave out doses of her brutal laughter

Which  like a hand grenade exploded in clear trills

A beautiful laugh of crystal

Her little feet on their path

I savoured them :- walk me to the end

-The first audacious permission

The feigned laughter from punishment

-Poor palpitation of my lower lip

I slowly kissed her eyes:

She let her head fall

On her back, oh it is the best

Mr, I have two words to say

And a whole tree of indiscretions

The American dream

 We were watching a film or a play

I was talking with men and women

Throughout the day

There were childhood friends and flames

Set in my best friend's house back home

And the play was a watcher

The watcher watched the play

I looked over my shoulder to see a disabled man there

I said alright

He said yeah

I said do you want my seat he said I thought you'd never ask

He had no arms and no legs

I walked over to the side stalls away from the main crowd

And sat down in the balcony with my back to the show

It hadn't started yet and I didn't know

What it was about

and didn't care

Someone a teacher friend gave me some snacks and I began to eat them

In the next room where previously there had been a party they were staring

naked poker

Since I had been miraculously losing my clothes already from the waist down

I thought I'd have a go, what;s the harm?

There I saw the native American indians and Mexican Indians with giant willies

clinging tight to their wives

And I saw Boris Johnson who said alright

He still wore his clothes though

Then behind him I saw my father who surprised me

But said he thought he'd give it a try

Dolls house

 There were two actresses living in a house

They would

be dolls in a house in a film

We think they are normal

But they are small

And behind them the Scenery seems strange,

With props continually being rearranged

And then the camera pans out and we find

They are just props themselves

In a dolls house

And that it was all just an illusion

Love and life

Unless somewhere is sacrifice

TV dinners

 All these lives

That live in the screen

Where are they now?

 Whose fortress so keen

Does hold them and hold them

Or give them a scene

Oh the angels of darkness

With their night vision so keen

All of these actresses

So fortunate and dumb

Whose strong stage appearances

Have rendered us dumb

The lives of the livid

Are bubbling beneath

But whose lives

So softly

Like a lamb's heart do beat

Where are the Voikador's

Or the Roman's of Crumb?

I love not

The Wicked whores

Or the agents of hum

I long for the days of yore

When the basketball thumbed

And the joystick

Of Amigas

On Road Rages hummed

Oh this was my feel good

Off licenses joy

To hold onto

Dream of a moor

 We went to a house on the edge of a moor

It was a hill top dale

And the gales that swore

It was an empty shell

Where the wind whistled and tore

And I thought from what hell

Had come the last war

The belongings pell-mell

Helter skeltered and scattered

Up the stairway along landing

And into the hall

We made our farewells thinking how this

House core

Once was a dwelling to a family of four

A scare crow stood watching as we were driving away

He was the last soft thing that I had seen that day

But his eyes they were dead and his heart made of hay

Never beat for the lost things that he had witnessed that day

Oh how can we see them? Our enemies of clay

When each shifting season

Covers their tracks runaway

I wish to have left them at least for the pay

Mutineed the bounty, but I found paradise in my way