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Number's Up Copyright © Richard Whiting 2012
My doctor is a mathematician;
All algebraic notion and formula
Eat no more than four pork pies a week,

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Corn Snake Copyright © Richard Whiting 2012
I have a rope
Coiled in the corner
Of the garage

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The Early Worm Copyright © Colin Whyles 1995
The sensible worm loses consciousness
When it is pulled out of the ground.
It's better by far not to know

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Of Mouse and Compost Copyright © Colin Whyles 2012
It stared from the compost just yesterday,
Fear and intrigue decorated its face.
Being of kind spirit I let it escape;
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Constriction Copyright © Diana Banks 2012
Unmentionable elephants
Never look them in the eye
They might turn nasty

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History Lesson Copyright © Rob Lock 2012
To Nasebyʼs crop-filled battlefield
the children trooped along
with Sir - for Cromwell soldiering -

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2/8/97 Copyright © Rob Lock 2011
That first summer he was water rinsing
through her hair, the underbelly fur
of her cat; she a crisp clean shirt, baize top

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Testimonial Copyright © Rob Lock 2012
When my friend Don moved from Chalk Road
to Kings Road, upper end, I volunteered some help
and so it was I boxed up in his kitchen all the usual,
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Wandering Copyright © Diana Banks 2012
I think poetry should rhyme he said
That is very understandable if youʼre
A meat and two veg type

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The Dress Copyright © Jen Overett 2012
Not the load we must bear while the lights
from this many-coloured journey
are fading; nor the envy a mother

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Nana Copyright © Jen Overett 2012
Short, fierce, hard-bitten old woman,
pains in her bones, heart well hidden,
and all that anger — teeth out at 22 to save on bills,

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Villanelle to the Office Copyright © Jen Overett 2012
I want to say this isnʼt who we are,
The endless forms and papers to prepare;
At night the office falters under stars.