Written 2016 – A performance poem, a homage to Edward Thomas’ Adlestrop with Bill and Ben the flowerpot men at the end.
Yes, I remember Fiddlesquirp —
The name, ‘cos one evening
On heat I farted there
Voluptuously. It was a great tune.
And on that bare bottom
Nothing came
& nothing would
And high as cloudlets
In a sty
What I saw was:
Oooh flobberlob adobadob
&
ooooh awalawala awalalob