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    [post_date] => 2019-04-26 11:34:05
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    [post_content] => Here, Forbesy Daubs and daddy Daffydd 
a right bungling pair for the car boot 
Dafty Daffydd waiting We’re late-ing
Dai’s diabolical give him an insulin
while Forbes Daubs – fat Artsy old fart –
finishing up the plum job dabs in 
lwyau caru by carbolic soap wrapped up.

On the TellyVision I saw a collared man, not the vicar one but 
spikes and he had a belly held taut in a latex trousers 
they had to cut him out of them with a scissors 
when he had that heart attack.

There was not enough rage in cynddaredd. 

Decipher it then, another Thomas in 
BitterEnglishSyllables – a sloe
puckers when – have I told you ever cariad
of the two riggers, both Daffyd, that we had – one worked six year at the morgue
and two whistled opera down by the forge – oh, Dai Riggaleto
and Dai Rigger Mortis – made foreman, the latter, lazy was the former.

Knitting biscuits for the British Heart Foundation
where the statuesque Margaret (Marge, pet)
tells always keep guz-berries (the Mexican way) 
in surup (slurp the word though it sticks).
    [post_title] => Ormulu at the Mad House
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            [wpcf-summary-description] => This poem is commended in the Carol Ann Duffy challenge on Young Poets Network (YPN).

The challenge was co-written and judged by Duffy expert Dr Mari Hughes-Edwards, who said of this poem, "Just brilliant. Eccentric. Amusing. Grounded in Duffy’s love of language and in her early work’s delight in surrealist form. The slurp of her earlier work’s weasels ‘I repeat we mean no harm’ at work with their eggs ‘slurp slurp’ hit me with the final lines and the widening of her work to Wales is a new innovation. Duffy loves the country but she rarely ventures there poetically. It’s great to see the Welsh language here too, and to meet Dai Rigor Mortis also! That made me laugh and laugh. Duffy’s earlier writing is influenced by Dylan Thomas and this poem hit that spot perfectly."
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Ormulu at the Mad House

Anna Thomas

Here, Forbesy Daubs and daddy Daffydd 
a right bungling pair for the car boot 
Dafty Daffydd waiting We’re late-ing
Dai’s diabolical give him an insulin
while Forbes Daubs – fat Artsy old fart –
finishing up the plum job dabs in 
lwyau caru by carbolic soap wrapped up.

On the TellyVision I saw a collared man, not the vicar one but 
spikes and he had a belly held taut in a latex trousers 
they had to cut him out of them with a scissors 
when he had that heart attack.

There was not enough rage in cynddaredd

Decipher it then, another Thomas in 
BitterEnglishSyllables – a sloe
puckers when – have I told you ever cariad
of the two riggers, both Daffyd, that we had – one worked six year at the morgue
and two whistled opera down by the forge – oh, Dai Riggaleto
and Dai Rigger Mortis – made foreman, the latter, lazy was the former.

Knitting biscuits for the British Heart Foundation
where the statuesque Margaret (Marge, pet)
tells always keep guz-berries (the Mexican way) 
in surup (slurp the word though it sticks).