Notices by Brian Bilston (brianbilston@mastodon.online), page 2

Today’s poem concerns a ritual I go through on a number of occasions each December.

It’s called ‘On Searching for a Book of Stamps’.

@Antiqueight We should form a club.

Today’s poem is called ‘Logomachy’.

Here’s a poem called ‘As I Grow Old I Will March Not Shuffle’.

Happy autumn to you.

BRIE ENCOUNTER
 
the skies are gruyere since she left me
i’ve never felt so danish blue
caught between a roquefort and a hard cheese,
i stilton’t know what to do
 
don’t give edam about the future
now my babybel’s walked out the door
can’t believe i’ve double gloucester
i camembert it any more
 
i’ve ricotta get myself together
and build my life back caerphilly
cheddar tear for the final time
say goodbye to us and halloumi

The English language is weird.

Here’s a poem called ‘Neither Rhyme nor Reason’.

A short and very relevant love poem.

Here’s a poem called On ‘;..p’[[[[[[[[[[[[[;’;////////////////////////3,’.

Thought I’d share this old poem about eggcorns again, but this time without all the Belgian whistles.

Today’s poem is a love poem.