Poems

A growing collection point for Professor Geoffrey’s ‘poems’.

LegEnd

The page was turned,
The fruit had churned.
Old stripper with thoughts uncouth
Peels in the afternoon sun -
Clinging to memoirs of youth,
Like stale sheets betwixt sweaty cheeks
Long since spurned.

Wrong Window

Oh butterfly who fluttered in,
That window is still open.
Make good the great escape!
Don’t bosh thy tiny face -
On reflected pointless hoping.

Troll

Hunched in a fever,
Swollen boil on the net,
Fellating delusion,
In a thick grunting sweat.
A troll in the hole,
Caustic pain in the arse,
In need to be ‘famous’
– Personality farce.

Travesty

Curtains – at last!
An end to a badly acted farce.
No applause for a saboteur cast -
who take cloaks and daggers with them.