Poetry Blogs (iphone)
Bait
Bait
fat man
has an apple
picks a worm
from its flesh
and sticks it
on a hook
hangs the rod
over the river
casts the line
into the water
tugs a little
teases
the bait
glints in sunlight
refracting
in the water
silver sliver
whispers “feed”
all the little fishes
come
a-nibbling
round the worm
in the swirling
...Tuesday 26th September 2017 11:47 pm
The iPhone of Beelzebub
I've stolen Beelzebub's iphone, now I know the numbers of his friends
he's stuck for eternity without Facebook, oh how his hell never ends
I nicked St Peter's Kindle, now his words of wisdom are unsaid
Because I changed the password on his account, from Heaven swear words are sent
I hacked into Moses' iPad, now it's a tablet of stone
I wiped every file from the hard drive and chang...
Tuesday 8th December 2015 10:11 pm
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