A David Niven resurrectionist,
Gauging quantities of aniseed twist,
Confounds the mistaken confectioner,
Whom he tosses aside with a flick of the wrist.
Orthopaedic mattresses rest on mats,
Outside their delivery addresses,
‘I was confused!’ the confectioner confesses,
To the resurrectionist, who he somewhat distresses.
Until…
At last, a confetti Yetti eats them both.
Or was it a sloth?
Free association styled prose from Julian Cloran, visual artist, writer, poet and agent provocateur. Random musings, which are sometimes cynical, but always intended for amusement, stimulation and entertainment. Comments are welcomed so don't be shy. Simply click on 'comments' to post yours.
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