World of Puns
don’t
talk to me
in some unknown tongue tripping
to a land I’ll never know
monosyllables curling up
on the wrought iron gates
of go back
you are going
the wrong way
here is the maze
there you go
flagless begetting prisons
labyrinths minotaurs
do you
remember the mirror maze
at Luna Park
before the Ghost Train
burnt down and killed all those
people
a salutary lesson
in amusement
I would
run in
to find five whole sheets
of me the
only way
to freedom was looking at the floor
she said
you
can’t run through a camping ground
you can only ran
because it’s past tents
she made me laugh and hard
the innocence
of jokes not at
the expense of some
one or other
no jungle-jim for self-esteem the internet
latter day haven of Christian
science
it knows
not what
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