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 SHELLEY'S  BELLIES

"Shelley's Bellies" is another verse from my extensive "Salisbury Tales" series.




William Blake...
Is such a dreamy drake..
As he ploughs...
Through the celestial heavens...
In a world...
Of heavenly bodies...
While searching for the Supreme Being...
Inside the Thespians...
World wide global theater...
Shelley...
Fears not for the future...
But dreams away...
The past is such a blast...
By observing...
The finely woven lines of life...
He is sculpturing...
Thin ice...
With a blunt pick-axe knife,
Is just so.... damned nice...
Dylan Thomas...
Played with his magic wand...
Upon a horny duck pond...
Spreading his seeds...
With such speed...
Is a Welshman's wet-dreams
Just like a cat with a hat...
Licks his lips...
With cottage cream...
Covered all manner of sins...
While singing...
Glorious Welsh hymns...
In a acoustic cathedral...
Full of empty dustbins.
Canute...
Played with his Shaftesbury flute...
While Napoleon...
Slept a Bone-apart...
From his heart in the dark.
Wordsworth...
Loved his fluffy clouds...
Upon a summer's day...
While Winnie the Pooh...
Was just as cool...
In a pool of honey...
With spring bunnies...
Is just so very funny...
George Orwell...
Has a huge well of animals...
From Manor Farm...
And is such a hilarious fable...
To place upon your table.
Antony and Cleopatra...
Are such butterflies...
Who played high...
In the nights sky...
While Julius Caesar...
Was just a comedy of errors...
For your viewing.... pleasure.


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