A snake in the grass said ‘how do you do?’
‘Diddly-dum-doo-brother’ I said ‘what’s it to you?’
Tit for tat at the drop of a hat and that was that as a matter of fact
‘This patch ‘aint big enough for the both of us…. is it?’
Scratch an ear with the tip of a shoulder, shake a shiver off in a shimmy
A slimy nose, a dripping tongue, my jaw dropped on to the tummy.
‘Hi-Ho dead or alive raise a hand give me high five’
Cried an instant demand for TWENTY SEVEN SHILLINGS!
Cleaned out robbed of change pockets ripped and twisted
Whatever next you wicked mugger, I’ve a good mind to blow my whistle.
B got the shilly-shallies hot and cold, hold me back it’s taken hold
beat the ground black and blue, dig a brown hole and spit in it !
That’s it you got me now like a bubbling boiling kettle
Dizzy in a rage of steam I’ll snap you in a one two brittle!
I stood and stared with a fat bottom lip drooping alone and stupid
Dripping tears from my chin to my toes I’ve created a sodden cupid.
‘Oh wake up I didn’t mean it, shall I make us a nice cup of tea?’
Sobbing sorry with a heavy head like a naughty boy sat up in bed.
Just as I was about to fill it in, something creaked, like a spooky coffin
There was a chuckle, a wobble, a cheeky grin, ‘if you let me out then I’ll let you in.’
Two hands on a wobbly belly rolling like an unset jelly
‘How do you do’ I cried ‘how…do…you…do ?’
‘Hissing with a twist sister now you listen to this, he who laughs loudest
Wipe that smile from your face and stick ‘em up 'cause you’re under arrest.
ORANGE HAWK ELECTRIC
telex tapping prose
by Reeves Wellman-Wilson
Thursday 22 February 2007
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