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\u201cMan hollowed out wooden leg to smuggle iguanas\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n I would have got away with it \u201cOne moment, sir\u201d In my skivvies, standing on one leg, It\u2019s said that they escaped into the drains One day they will return, Godzilla like, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ian Stuart<\/strong> is a writer\/performer living in York. He has been writing poetry for over sixty years. He’s starting to get the idea at last. \u201cMan hollowed out wooden leg to smuggle iguanas\u201d I would have got away with it but for the noise \u2013 claws scratching at the wood, those genteel coughing sounds iguanas make. \u201cOne moment, sir\u201d I knew then I was done for. \u201c If you could come this way..\u201d In my skivvies, standing […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12705","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12705","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12705"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12705\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13532,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12705\/revisions\/13532"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12705"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12705"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12705"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nbut for the noise \u2013
\nclaws scratching at the wood,
\nthose genteel coughing sounds
\niguanas make.<\/p>\n
\nI knew then I was done for.
\n\u201c If you could come this way..\u201d<\/p>\n
\nI watched him spring the secret trapdoor \u2013
\nout they tumbled \u2013 all my little darlings
\nskittering across the polished floor.
\nTiny dinosaurs in Terminal Two.<\/p>\n
\nand flourished there…<\/p>\n
\ncrunching Dreamliners to junk
\nbetween their claws, reeking of jet juice
\nand a thousand rotting airline meals.<\/p>\n
\nTwitter: @yorkwriter99<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"