some poems

Guzzle the alcohol Smash the cutlery throw the glasses on the floor Devour the roast ,sip the wine The drunks a singing a devilish tune in the smoky room forever alone... The pots a boiling the meat a roasting the beer running dry The sounds a- clamour, a- racket, knives and forks a- clinking, steaming roast spewing white lava into the room with no boundaries An endless table with every kind of dish laid out before us to eat . Gorge on roast drowned in gravy, with parsnip floating like logs left rot Forever alone…

There once was a boy named elijah who wasn't  quite right

Then one night he had a big fright and fell down a hole

He collapsed in heap and passed out to sleep

While the sheep graze on his hair he had big scare

And never became right after his fright