Ned the Red Bed Thief Died

There's a thief in the bed

Who painted it red

Dropped down quite dead

He was called Ned.

Render Mon

Zebidee Jones (@zebideejones) tweeted at 11:45pm - 4 Jul 13:

Render me breathless

Intuitively restless

Remind me of generous

Hazel eyes heaven express. 

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You know?

Ye men over here

Ye women over there

Why shame yourselves with cloth

Remove your daubs and

Hug each other for those

That can live and let love

You know me?

Ye men over here 

Ye women over there 

Return your alcohol tears

Remove your eyes

Remove your hair

And stab your victims clear

You know me?

Ye men over here 

Ye women over there 

Lets swim in sand by the pier

Your slicing knife said sorry to your wife

To me your end is near.

You know me now?

Remain near me, but i will see

Nothing of the velvet

You cleaned him with and 

Covered with him

Please put away my helmet

You all know me now....?

Drunken Bust

Drunken Bust

Drunken bust

Of stereo

Twins that must

Remind you so

Of trickling water

Tally ho

So it must end

In glittered bars

Rev me up

My petrol car... 

Sea gull. Afterthought @zebideejones

@zebideejones: Picture this... a seagull standing proud, one foot on a battered cod, tattoos, chest puffed up, a hunters proud moment, chipshop, onlookers.


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Errant Chap

There is an errant chap
Who races here
And races there
He doesn't sweat
and he doesn't flap
Just chunters along
On a rata tap tapa chat cat
Typewriting left
Typewriting right
Isn't very fat
He's ever so slight
With the energy of 5 children
caffeine speed freak all night

 
But he doesn't ever fret
And he doesn't ever flap
Just bundles along
On a rata tap tapa
rata chat slap dap
tappa Lap Nap
Wonders why he's been here
Before with a hat on
Just 1 fleeting thought
One of over a million
As he processes his seconds
That he rules like his minions
A drop in his time
Only one out of billions.

Mr Babof

Oh mr babof

Why dont we fly off

Why dont we fall along the edge

Of a cloud inside your liver, oh mr babof

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Neon J

A portrait of my son

The second one

An image of me

And my family

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Blue Ribbons

Blue Ribbons

I accept that your blue ribbon
Falls across your neck
Blue snakes coiled and
Platted through your long grass
Your chest undulates once
As though the subsidence
Fell to order via a female
Sergeant Major, 'drop, halt'
Drilling your chest and
Slipping her drill baton
Beyond the displacement
Of earth and into your natural
Ditch, lucky bitch, swollen
Bloody pitch of bramble
Trail your ribbons once again
Snake your way through sex
Rub your shambles
Slip through your ditch
The land below your neck.

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When Your Here

When Your Here

Well I haven't seen you lately
And I haven't seen you here
And you haven't been here waiting
When you've never been so near

And I feel
And I feel
When your near
When your here

(Stop)

If I could not see the water
Flowing torrents in your tears
Could only see I fought her
So I couldn't see her fear

And I feel
And I feel
When your near
When your here

(Solo break)
(Chorus)
(Stop)

Well you cannot see me shaking
When you sleep here on my bed
So I leave here when your waking
The only way I can defend

The Way I feel
And I feel
When your near
When your here

(Solo)
End
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Kate the Slippery Seahorse

Kate the Slippery Seahorse

Yeah won't be home
till late at this rate,
Lost my phone on roam
oh please what's my fate,
Never this tardy
Nor at this rate
She will be mardy
When I will be late,
She will have to be hardy
oh my, oh my,
Said hapless Laurel
oh what a state,
Ethical or moral?
oh what a fate
Who will be blamed
I will be, I will be
I will be shamed
If I'm late at this rate,
And will I be named
When I miss my date,
With the horse...
if I am late at this rate,
Did I say Horse?
to meet the good looking Kate
Don't tell her I said that
on our date but,
She smells like a cat
She will at this rate
Then scurry like rats
Then I'll be late,
If I don't
oh my... what...
I shan't and I wont
Be in a late date state,
Will I quiver and shake
When I'm late for Kate,
if I am late at this rate,
Will she take the bait
Like a fish in a fake
Net.. is it one of my traits,
chips salt, shake and bake
how will I wipe the slate,
With a tongue like a snake
oh mate what a state...
So let her eat cake
do you think it was fate
Will she be upset
that I should be late
She'll hiss it I bet
I'll leave Kate quite late
in a slippery state about
our late dinner date,
And who'll have the shout
When she's on all fours
about being late with clout.
Not me... and certainly not the horse.

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