Broken Hams and Other Such Things

 
Colloquial misinformation spreading throughout the network
My network
Your network

Slipping down to a sipping pace and casting off into yonder

I sit around all year in a calm setting of a precipitous aching cliff face

Write to me at Christmas time - were the words it wrote as its face slewed away

I have impeccable behaviour as a hoover falls downwards throughout space and time calling out my name in vacuous tones

Cold, so cold you have already won, I don’t know that one, or do I?

Climbing up into the sun

My sun
Your sun
The sun?

Cranberries are magnificent this time of year and they are so dear to my turtled heart

Inside an old fireplace scrubbing away the witches’ face into the entrance to the wards

There can’t be much left to pickle for it is only Thursday last week yesterday

I am sure of everything through my acute good sunburnt looks

Broking hams in old shopping trolleys falling into Australia

Good day mate, welcome to Texas Australia

Now give me something to smoke!