Salvaged poems |
| | Title | First line |
|---|
| 2004 Jun 16 | Stewed Sea-weed, Nothing More | Pip, as a boy, the marshes trod |
| 2004 Jul 2 | Domestic Meltdown | The problem is easy to see |
| 2004 Jul 5 | Who Knows More Than Folk? | To yield without coercion |
| 2004 Jul 14 | Each Weary Welcoming | To redefine our clique |
| 2004 Aug 19 | Save Our Dickensian Surrogates | Scuttling from clime to clime |
| 2004 Aug 27 | We Penguins Have Closed Supper Clubs Forever | I'm an escapee from sanity |
| 2004 Oct 5 | Credible Safe Kill Factor | Virus warfare for our times |
| 2004 Oct 8 | Not Allowed In Our Picnics | A tide of rash assumptions |
| 2004 Nov 16 | Your Stupid Obsession With Unworldly People-Carriers | She whitewashed me into the corner |
| 2004 Nov 24 | All Things Can Be Overturned In Time | Join the dance, you naiads all, |
| 2004 Dec 11 | Watery Flapjacks, Damn It! | Adam and Eve had reason to grieve |
| 2004 Dec 14 | Every Third Word Recited Effortlessly (Canticle ) | "A pox upon thee, wretched cur!" |
| 2005 Jan 26 | Enough Said: The Undershirts Finally Arrived | Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, DAMN! |
| 2005 Feb 22 | The Alphabet Artfully Reconstructed From Bedsprings | Awake! Before the porridge starts to burn! |
| 2005 Feb 23 | If Perchance | Bold insurgence swept from coast to coast |
| 2005 Mar 10 | Wherever Tuesday Blues | Little Jack Horner sat in a corner |
| 2005 Mar 23 | Incoherence Everywhere Discovered Anew | The horror-shows of ancient Gaul |
| 2005 Mar 31 | Our Vectors Ineptly Computed | Chucked up, chucked out |
| 2005 Apr 14 | We Wish You Joy Of Haggis | Before I close this inquest |
| 2005 Apr 21 | Vestments In Velvet Of Midnight | Only a quarter |
| 2005 Apr 25 | While Letting Agencies Do Their Damnedest | We pick on them because we know |
| 2005 Jul 19 | High Teeth | Juicy plums for me to bite! |
| 2005 Jul 29 | Our Technocrats Under Duress | Strontium nitrate |
| 2005 Oct 25 | Half Baked Wholly | Stalk the streets of Serenissima |
| 2005 Nov 13 | Goodfellow Moses | A secret door |
| 2006 May 12 | Elixirs Of Godknows What | I took a sip. I didn't know |
| 2006 May 31 | The Legend Of The Sphere | I'll tell you the tale of a boy from the East |
| 2006 Jun 16 | Night Thoughts | When o'er the willows whipporwills |
| 2006 Jun 20 | The Lost Banter | Thou, pollen, art my nemesis |
| 2006 Sep 7 | Showmen, Their Regrettable Legend | Tonsils made of plastic |
| 2006 Sep 8 | The Blanched Almonds of Hoboken | The pool beneath the breakfast hall |
| 2006 Dec 17 | He See Nothing With Relish | The price of dodging RSI |
| 2007 Jan 15 | Recipe For A Very Quiet Airplane | Add a fraction from the jar |
| 2007 Mar 19 | They Taught Pointless Rules | Onto Oban, with a snail, |
