A squirrel offered me
              a *******.

But just fondled my
            Nuts the whole time ..

The summer sun soars above the sultry sands…
Sorry your computer hit a problem
We will restart it for you
Error code – Gremlins from your latest Update.

Where was I?
The beach beams with delight…
You have Urgent Email
Your Paypal Account has been hacked
We need your bank details again
To protect you from villains.

Still on a standard gas rate?
You must shop around.
Use our fantastic cheap deal tracking
App.

Your internet provider technical department
Here.
Your computer is under attack
From Trojan Horse Maleficent-Ware.
You will lose internet connection in
Five hours unless…

We don’t provide cover for the drains
Under your house
Unless you take out
Our splendid insurance scheme.

Poetry Moderators here:
The word “Delight” is Not
Allowed here
As it has ****** Connotations
And your style breaches our
Community Rules.
Suggest instead:
The finely grained sandstone
Reflects Sol light
Making my mood
More adequate
By psychological standards.

Sorry your computer hit a problem.
I give up.

(NB No Moderators were hurt
During the typing of this poem,
As they usually act
After
It is posted).

Hehe.

Paul Butters

© PB 15\9\2020.

I'm Covid safe,
                when I *******.

I use a  Dettol Wet wipe,
  kills 99.6% cheese...


And 99.99% Covid

   stay safe you wankers...

Oh my dear Sunday
Your thought brings peace and blessings

Oh my dear Monday
Your thought brings anxiety and stress

Oh my dear Tuesday
Your thoughts bring a bit of cheer and hope

Oh my dear Wednesday
Your thought brings us relief that we are in the middle of this week

Oh my dear Thursday
Your thought brings us cheer because tomorrow is a Friday

Oh my dear Friday
Your thought brings us anticipation and thrill to spend the weekend

Oh my dear Saturday
Your thought brings us comfort and laziness through the entire day

Welcome back, my dear Sunday.
And Monday we will never miss you !!!!

If i was one,
          I'd tie a knot
in myself...

To remind me,
  where the front
starts and the back ends...

I  just need fingers to
                tie myself up..

Now that's a whole other
             idea for another time...

I'm a shooting star
Shining above all stars
In the sky

I'm like a blazing sun
Burning aglow
And lighting all path

We walk the earth
We rule the streets
The sun and the stars
Shining up above

And as we go
The warm breeze blows
Kissing our faces
As we smile
All day and night;
All day and night
Making memories that will last forever....

~Ciara

Something so deep
I'm trying to think!
So mind, be mine
This poem let shine!

Something so neat
There goes my ink!
So words, be brave
My time you'll save!

Something so sick
My write does stink!
But I'll not cry...
I'll learn! Goodbye.

The city questions
        the virtue of animals
Islamabad