Poem XXIV: Fumon's lambs

If you ever see the wooden lambs
the ones described by Fumon (1302-1369)
leaping out of the void
you are in the wrong place
and you should leave
quickly

those lambs
a) don't exist
b) will bite your head off

So you'd better get the hell out
quick.

Poem XIV: MR. SQUEAKY

Mr Squeaky
has escaped!

It's been three days.

The farm has not been the same without him.

I mean
he was kind of a pervert

but his song was like
a serrated knife
every morning
tearing the sun
a new one.