He’d be counting out the granules in his coffee, He’d even count how many tiles were on the floor, He would wax lyrical about the kidney bean, You see, young Edwin was a bore! Oh yes, he could bore for England, Spouting out useless facts and figures all, Yet Edwin really had no … More THE OFFICE BORE – A piece of ‘silly’ verse!
“I say Carruthers I was in the lift with all the plebs this morning and they were saying ‘Millie Band’ is the new leader of the Labour Party. The thing is I’ve never heard of her – she must have come up through the ranks at a rate of knots.” “Funny thing is I … More NEWS OF ED MILLIBAND’S APPOINTMENT AS PARTY LEADER REACHES THE FOREIGN OFFICE IN LONDON!
What if a new messiah, Was to be a wise female, Who was both black and lesbian? I think that might derail, The perceptions of the holy, Ones who find they need to believe, In anything and everything, Their imagination doth conceive. The ones who for millennia, Passed blame onto Adam’s Eve, … More NOT THAT IT CONCERNS ME
De Sade: “Tell you what luv I’m thinking of giving up my sometimes overwhelming greed for sadistic sex. I find that my deprivation levels in terms of domination of the weaker species have long since commenced their dissipation.” Renee (aka Mrs De Sade who speaks in an incredibly annoying high pitched voice): “Oh well … More MARQUIS de SADE SEEKS TO CONTROL HIS ‘DESIRES’ – A very ‘silly’ tale!
Empty hives, like empty lives are a sign of things to come, Empty hives, no insect alive; the process has begun. No more the swarm, the honey warm, the Queen and workers gone, The human race, somewhere in space; not here where they belong. Empty hives, polluted pride, pollinator’s broke, Empty lives, … More THE SUNLIGHT AND THE DUST
There’s a woman up the road from me, She’s got a one eyed cat, Plus a dog with three legs, And a seemingly healthy bat. I pass her in the street sometimes, She does not talk to me, Except the time, when locked out, I helped her find her key. It was on … More A THREE LEGGED DOG’S OWN FLEA – A ‘silly’ bordering on stupid verse!
Her cheap crucifix, Is turning to rust, The saint and the sinner, Don’t know who to trust. Under the red light, A price is agreed, By he who is wanting, And she who’s in need. Her address you can find, By charting the stars, Reading the postcards, Asking in bars. Perpetual … More UNDER THE RED LIGHT