Bruce Ruston Poems

Use red wine here for your libations,
I can't drink that anyway
and keep the whisky wry
No ice please
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Writing jokes to Sigmund Freud
is not such a bright thing to do,
for a start it takes him two weeks
to reply, with a character assessment
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Under the gnarly trees
of the Somerset apple
where the summer sighs
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Holy Poe
there's a tornado
in my mind, that won't let
the ideas settle
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What's more than enough
to occupy, that need to be
at ease with an image
of that self you wish you had become
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I wrote a poem,
it had a smile
right down the middle,
oh how it grinned and
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Twoth gillmog seem and simbol
how yorn preen and even Gimble
is bogged not down with adult drench
you even love to thrith and french
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You are a corkscrew

Intention
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