Celestial swirl: Tir nOg: all knowing power and otherworldly force grinding my knowledge nuts from hazel; swill,
pour from the cauldron straight sound; swirl verse, switch wit, light up the cast of love as night falls- Joy -Albard - Dawn and John. They who all comedy tossers playing to score bulls-eye every arrow throw straight for.
Light of craic, twinkle; glittering mirror find what joke will laugh Blue Peter real and arrive unannounced; weave art: work: cut this daft dream with the cloth of one liners: stitch the breeze quip: nail John's breath on paper to breathe consciously at titter, jape or guffaw gushing with free flow in the debacle
Brim an episodes of froth; cliche, fall the way wind blows when a turtle dove cooing flies from a loft to studio, shifts shape to a circus clown tamer and bawls
"Yo! You - funny farm gob slop, light heart's bore; free druid-pawns and playthings of love; wish only for permanent triples on boards, your sticks hit giggling bulls and thud in double top all day long to tickle love as you quack trafficking craic between you."
Come lah bull minstrel clown, mimic speech to plump nine nuts beyond the comedic eye where flow master of ceremonies - Noaks fellow and one time action man show won't babble
"...when it was Blue Peter, not like it is now with kids who don't know what they're doing..."
Circus swish slopping spray tame sea motion smooth a stir of whirling liquid through a splatter mass splodge of telly.
tilt the lingo, flutter pigeon music flap ruffle spread your turtle wings and limbs freely soar and jangle from his dome
"...with real papier mache; not like it is now. The microwave and scramble to life stuff...."
whack out licks - that lived then and live now.
" ...I was jumping out of a plane one week sticking empty bog rolls together the next dashing round the studio..."
after elephant waste
"...and mucking in. Star of the whole hoo ha..."
John before kids replaced you and juiced up the models
"...you can't put a price on..."
from a centre where twitter and tiddley-winks still hold reckoning the toggable taggle and balancing laughter you and your colleagues had when at giggle;
peck this needle from the shiny gutter commune with our entourage of party fawns living le joi de vire.