Hairy verses and cotton reeves,
dissimilar from wicked thieves…
an outsider, far beyond
one word. . .
clock’s go whirring by
one look , it’s a cats eye
short and form its a woven kind,
cottage cheese from a devi’s mind.
Thrimble , thrumble one of nine’
Seven sandals is a mans mime’
One word spoken thrice
Man, you know I heard it twice’
Look! Scratch a monkeys night.
Aged man from far above ‘
Calling home though he knew none
Drum hum chuckle n chum
Whisper is a mans light.
Of you go, shush!!! quiet.
Noddy nod, quiet cod’
Simple chatter, slurring shire
Gup! Out we go