Self centred, gyring moat girdles heart centre
A centaur, four legged and two armed
Cavalry and infantry, chimeric army
I’ve got a horse form and curving horns
Medcine, mischief and misdemeanour
Given lessons by Nessus.
Highest plateau wind anarchy
Gaels in gales, always
Rain on the face spins a jewel mask
I make the mistake of drinking too hastily
Hot coffee goes down the wrong way
Coughing for ages, like I just came up from the sae
Only thing I want is tae
Last thing right now I need
Checking to make sure she’s not getting the ick at my sickness
Get this overwith quickness
Wipe my wet lips
Sorry you had to witness that
That was my idea of wit, twat
Couldn’t save Helen Keller’s peno
I’m almost sick with coughing
Fast covid, long coffin.
In manner a Burgher
My great great grandpapa was a Marquess named Tarquin
Maternal line a McTavish
My innards are pied Tartan
Highlands are my heartland
I am, alas, a gallowglass
Lend my blade to brave Wallace
Now Tarquin he was a dark one
Born young and dead old
An evolution of coffers between
He was a marksman of repute
Best shooter in his regiment
Nearly took off Napoleon’s head with his arquebus
Reputedly, fought and killed an arctother with a stolen Gurkha kukri
Don’t tell Joanna Lumley
Some manner of lesser lord
Still, appearing on the peerage lists
A family from a period drama
Someone should make a film
Now reduced to penning Limericks.
Scrape the salad from the burger
Sacrificing the sauce
Meat is murder I admit you’re purer
But no way yours tastes as cured
Skewered through like Cannibal Holocaust
More long islands than World War Two
Pacific theatre
How strange that we would both be here
What haunting planets plan our routes
What laughing menace adores abuse
I’ve only met you and you’re my muse
All you say, my enamoured ear translates to effusive love poetry
Even when you have a go at me
Something in it golden, desirable despite.
We’re at the fading palladian palladium stadium show
Before they go on and when they go home keep a glowing ghostlight going
To delight those who are never leaving
Part of your applause for them reserve
If you don’t, they will themselves deceive
Receiving plaudits regardless of applause’s target
Tonight’s play older than Sophocles
Goes down like a grenade at the Veterans Day parade
Depin you, depin you, they all fall down.
Alchemisland 
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