Planting A Bodger
The turnip, with earthy cloth cap, with a face,
Bursting with udders of long leafy snuff
A large shining boiler, abandoned teat cups,
Shall call my gooseberries of vigorous pumps.
This badger is a curios chattering nozzle,
To that gadget tweezered between two pieces of wire.
A few pitiful sprigs with dangling legs of ink.
The inflatable rubber moustache attached to the primer.
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