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Talking to door-knobs,
is one way of opening doors…
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‘Maam, charmed,’ sez the Wolf-of-Oz,
oozing oblique obsequies,
rather than, ‘Alacazan!’
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A coarse coercement, of course,
amid the unexpungeable stench
of paint-oil: ‘Serpentine’.
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Warning: jerk at work!
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A snerk… A snarl…
so doggedly erased still
somehow manages to canvas
and convey the very image of selfdom.
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Has our childhood Jester
finally come of age
by impersonating canines;
‘Ha-riff… Ha-riff… Ha-riff’?
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Such tired tricks wane…
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Before the fall,
camera clad grotesques
clamour to view his curtain call.
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A skip, a hop, a ring
for the hands,
and Rumple…
gets-the-baby.
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Again…
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Cell doors, however,
are seldom quite so easy
to lubricate.
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“Can’t you see who it is?”
– Count Jack Black
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