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Blue Sky All Over

J. Elk-Baptisté

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J. Elk-Baptisté

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Blue Sky All Over

Blue Sky All Over

Here we are, Randal

Out in the country

Picking wild berries

Minding our fingers

Because mercy, oh-my!

Don’t these plants

Bear cruel thorns?

Overhead is sky-blue

True blue all over

Powder-puff clouds

Darling as can be

Morris is sweet there

On the shady shoreline

With ducklings quack-

Quacking for all they are

Worth, all a peck-pecking

At sweet, Morrie’s tyres

Dog Gone

The cat is over the moon’

The dog will not be back

It was on borrowed time

And all along

The cat knew it

No one favours a braggard

And the cat is most discreet

Not one word of spite

Has passed her lips

But as to outcome

She’s predicted true

She now agrees to

Show restraint

By not appearing

Too overtly


Sister, Sister!

Told her

Must chill!

Those voices

You hear

Are not real

They are you

You are ill!

Now, I’m not

Mine are true

Spirits departed

Good Aliens

Antediluvian moon expedition colonists

Get used to it

Take a rain-check


Stop playing, “I’m best”, games

Got Holly here

Dropped by

Not fade away


A borrower came into his room

He was fast asleep and unaware

Of a need to give out things

To all and any just because his

Good name was taken down

Now, a kind of looting is required

And so thieves are not much thieves

Not as such and won’t a robbing go

They are gleaners at the corners

Of the kingdom’s fields

As tight rope walkers they redress

And balance for the greater good

Don’t Tell Nurse

She will smile

Sacharine sweet

Rolling by the bed

Hovercraft fat arse

Shoving needles in

Shoes squeal

Cloud buster squeaky

Tap the pen

Against the teeth

Food’s not food


Full bin

Blood on tap

Don’t touch

The gown

You’ll be a mess

When you leave

This place


She’ll be apples

Up on the floor





Another victim

Wheeled in

Look sharp

Take heart

Post another, “We Care”.


Searching the error of ways

Seems of a sudden, unpopular

Popinjay plodding a mountain path

Wishes better to wing and swoop the way

Monks of Tibet are special

The Sherpa

Are extraordinary

When climbing’s afoot

Mile for mile



Until we cannot keep up

Monks are popular


Blue skies all over

With a monk up your sleeve

With a monk in hand

With a monk as your friend

With a monk by your side

You could be a tour de force!

Why not ask the Sherpa to capture you

A monk chattering on the fly?

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