A sweet stop,
A place to hop,
On board the broom,
To zoom from what?
A place to play carefully,
And make you way through,
Sometimes you are scathed, true,
If you are go to a bar and,
look far to see me coz,
I…
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I have a packet of dates on my desk,
Next the telephone handset 802,
I have eaten some and remember in my hot car,
Squashed peaches and a fig of destiny,
Not one to be just scoffed,
And doth not you scoff at these words,
Truth in all these poems I write,
As the Biker Poet,
Lover of life and traveller of…
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It was a she,
A young woman from Guilford way,
Met her by the boot of my Ford Capri,
We looked at a map to see where we were going,
It was forward forewarned,
That heart of mine was torn,
By her choosing of another,
I found…
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Well, the men get it,
and the women get it,
But the animals, they do not get it,
Or, maybe they do get it,
They forget same as we,
However their memories might not extend like homo sapiens,
So why worry, just exist,
Live in the cursor…
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Makes laugh, Uncontrollable becomes controlled, Fear folds like a pack of cards, Bound to be the hound from Kirby Cane, Seen in Beccles today, Being driven by dark glasses, No smile, Not a trial, Yet. David A Robertson
The mother ship was angry when questioned,
She was heard to say, nay,
No reason to,
Son said so,
Respect crackled down the line and back again,
The village place Bell were rung for no reason,
Why R had Tonny fever,
So the siren rung out and…
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Indecision led me there,
Then what indecision if that were the original plan?
Earlier I mentioned the Fan Man,
In another shop,
Makes you want to bop,
I took my book, Dr Who, to read,
However, conversation was to be made,
Two came in for same number…
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Milk spilt is because, of the tilt, After pour not of, The earth and axis wrong, What is that I hear, The cow bell’s dong? David A Robertson 04.02.18
