Diggey Degger’s Dike
1972 Jazz Poetry
Copyright2007
(A witching spell, shhhh! Must read with drama and
passion)
Wax boxes
Dishing soxes
Eating brooms by the stoom
Shallowed noxes
hatched stokess
Martled by tee early tomb.
Winters bargled
Body’s fargled
Fragged, freathered, frothed
thru soon
As I slig a slaggy sledger
I slipped it off a slash too
soon
An saw my Diggy dag a degger
Bigged it off by “Oh My Moon”
How did Sordid ever clever,
Frantic Forrel’s forest
foons?
Aye saw May flourish flawny
flowers,
Filtering fromage, fraggering
fright,
Frawly showers, cinnamon
cowlers,
Racing prowlers and
floomering trite.
Abe bragged his brimming
breaches
Brawning brail his bowling
bowers
Bicked it’s gun from
Browler’s bright
Hitched it,
Back up,
Sent it flawnding
Dawn Diggey Degger’s Dike
by Barry Lebost
