Thursday, May 27, 2010

GET ON BONKERS BILL'S BUS


Many thanks to Teressa for the brilliant driving lastio weeker.T put neither dent nor scratch upon the Poetry Buses gleaming red paintwork.In fact T actually washed and polished her , so she's gleaming and ready to GO!

T has thrown over the starting gelignite to Bonkers Bill.Who has set a mission impossible stylee task. You should eat all his instructos after you have read them.

So get ye abroad to the land of Bill and decipher the convoluted codices that Bill found on a Greek Island holiday.Poetry will flow like the waters of the rivey styx, so have a cup of tea and a Twix and get righting! Ya dig? Ya gotta fight for you write to party.So put away your bukes and stick up yer dukes, bob n weave and nip and tuck asnd duck and dive into those freeflowin waters that will bring us to Eldorado or Eastenders or East Croydon, or somewhere. To join in the fun and the frollicks never mind the bollicks clickety click two fat swans a swimming the channel covered in goose fat, how strange is that? HERE

4 comments:

The Weaver of Grass said...

Your post today is a poem in itself! Yes I am trying to get on Bill's bus - had a brilliant idea in the middle of the night but have forgotten it this morning!

Poetikat said...

Heading there now...

chiccoreal said...

Dear Total: dost away to BB's presently. Exeunt.

Bill said...

Thanks for the plug, mate. Twix? I'd personally go for a kit kat or a crunchie. Or a blueberry muffin.