Iambic Assassin

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A selection of poems and other work by The iambic Assassin

My Wife Goes To Fat Club

My wife goes to fat club,
'But your wife's not fat',
I know, but my wife goes to fat club,
And that is bloody that!

Prospect Street

I purchased a property in Prospect Street,
Down the bottom end, where never mind Brexit,
Traffic will still descend to the exit,
On the right hand side,

Get Back To Me Please

What have I done to deserve you?
Why are you in my phone?
Do I need to preserve you?
Or leave you well alone?

Pal

Hey PAL,
Cheers PAL,
Don't call me PAL, PAL,
PAL's a dog food chum,

Hell Island

You'll love it there, it's awesome, great,
Ok, start up, release the brake,
In our Mazda Bongo, we're on our way,
There's one oncoming, oh fuck, they waved,

There's a Guy Reading...

There's a guy reading poetry in the kebab shop!
Shish, shh that chap is singing,
I beg your pardon, porfavor,
Is this some kind of 'witty, joke,

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