Let rip
¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 “Rip it up and start again, I said rip it up and start aah_gain!”
¶ 2
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So nice of Edwyn Collins and Orange Juice,
To write a prescient song,
About my poetic inability!
¶ 3
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He must have taken a look at my footballing prowess at the time
And – maybe, just maybe – he thought:
There’s poetry in those boots
But that messy mind
Will never deliver
Coherent thought
To dippy digits
No quill, will ever nutmeg nouns
No biro, will ever volley a verb
No ballpoint, will ever tackle tanka
And no fountain pen, will ever flip-flap “flarf”
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