Doom in church…

But first…
Dulltown, UK: Today’s interesting fish names are: the zebra lionfish, the temperate perch, the tripod fish, the pigfish, the jewel tetra, and the cuckoo wrasse.
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Beverley Minster is a beautiful and large ancient church; ‘minster’ is what we call a cathedral in these parts. (BM) Anyway, when I was in Beverley a few days ago I was walking past the minster and noticed some shiny cars coming and going, and women in big colourful hats, and chaps in smart grey suits, one or two were wearing top hats. There was a miserable looking photographer lurking on the grass by the steps with a big camera hanging round his fat neck, he was vaping and producing elegant white clouds.
Everyone was slowly drifting inside for a wedding, but after a minute or two they all started coming out again, but a bit quicker than when they went in. They were soon followed by two stout men, one in a grey suit and the other in some sort of clerical attire, they were carrying between them a struggling giggling scruffy human who seemed to be three sheets to the wind with strong drink. He was repeatedly shouting, ‘It was only a bit of fun you know, you bloody Philistines!…’ They threw him onto the grass in front of the photographer, who then backed off rapidly.
It was of course that ne’er-do-well poet, from the glory days of the Hull Surrealist league, Simon doom. He had apparently been attracted by the crowd, had wandered in, nipped up into the pulpit, switched on the microphone, and was treating the assembled guests to a recitation of his latest spoem (spoof poem) Bangs before the groom and the bride turned up.

Badger loop, Tia Maria smog toast,
Basket tan, float mackintosh gauge cow,
Box duel, ginger thumb growl girl!
Bleak moat, floor mummy flounce bill.

Andiron bone, Tia Maria thigh dye,
Axle pants, freeze cop lunge pods,
Autumn disc, frog duration dance cream!
Ace bins, white smells hoot pencil,

Naughty ohm, Tia Maria super flick,
Noose ball, sausage drink target fog,
Neutral birds, hot petals word cones!
Nugget chase, pink devilment hoop token,

Gum cider, Tia Maria faun doctor,
Gypsum wheel, droll froth tendon smirk,
Gorgon steam, rainbow tug voltage bun!
Gall punk, lamp kick military gout.

Saxon hunks, Tia Maria frosty luggage,
Spline decisions, jinx button torpedo pins,
Sunday soot, plumb oxen fig tally!
Shatter box, glum episode fidget call.

Simon Doom 2018.

About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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5 Responses to Doom in church…

  1. Jheron Bash says:

    I actually think Doomy’s becoming more accomplished!

  2. Sharon Mann says:

    HAHA, Simon knows how to work the crowd.

  3. memadtwo says:

    Poets are troublemakers, no doubt about it.

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