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A Petisco of Poems

Churned Love

T’was on such a day,
In an unseasonably hot May,
That my favourite butter ran away.

Now I’m with Marge.

The Corpse

There’s a corpse on the copse who’s polluting the crops.
He died tying his tie when it blew down his throat
and choked him just as if he’d swallowed a stoat.

Ode to the Weekend

Friday’s Fun
Saturday Smiles
Sunday Slumbers
Monday Moans

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Jack Montgomery

Jack is an author, travel writer, photographer, and a Slow Travel consultant who has been writing professionally for twenty years. Follow Jack on Facebook for information about his writing, travel tips, photographs, and tales of life in a tiny rural village in Somerset.

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Jack Montgomery
A wine press,
On a farm at the end of the dirt track,
The Setúbal Peninsula,