For the next week or so I shall not be blogging! For some little time now I have been dripping on about moving house. It should have happened just after Christmas yet for a myriad of tedious reasons did not. We had almost given up on it ever happening yet now suddenly we find we … More CAN’T BLOG FOR A BIT – MOVING HOUSE AT LAST
Swathed in fairground bling Beguilingly fine tuning her Regalia to more than just tease Prurient cleavage primed She whispers a temporary adieu To her caravan of memories and Plants a kiss upon the head of Her steadfast castoff cob With the risqué slink of a fallen Angel our flirtatious zingara Pays little heed to … More A TEMPORARY ADIEU
From the vantage point Of orbit Over the course of One whole day I had seen With my own ‘eyes’ Every woman Alive on Earth Old, young, Fat, thin, Beautiful and less so Some in all their glory! Fool that I am Fell in love With one and all Sadly though I felt … More CONTRIVED OF BLUBBER
Within the walk-on Guises of impulse and As rampant alcoholics To a leaking still Dripping its premature Condensed yet Blinding vapour The hooked horde gather Within the cavalcade They fight Amongst themselves For first dibs When pushed to save Their illicit find As one collective They will fight To the death the Abstinent … More THE LONE WOLF WITHIN
“How lovely to see you again young Marilyn, what can I do for you this fine day?” “What can’t you do for me more like? The thing is Dr Humperdink – you know even just saying your name makes me feel so very sorry for those poor little ‘dinks’ – anyway where was I? Oh … More MARILYN MONROE’S DISTRESSING FLATULENCE – History explained!
He always wore a string vest and Y-Fronts Had a passion for woollen brown socks Had a beer belly and was unshaven Yet when home alone preferred frocks A string of pearls and suspenders High heels and panties so white Rouge lips and a Parisian perfume And a little black dress oh so tight … More VICAR DEREK’S UNUSUAL PREFERENCE
She now plants landmines Where she once stationed azaleas But then spring is long past Now, high sun skirmishes Beseech to ignite the Bonfires of autumn Worse still, Jack Frost stirs Rubbing his eyes, yawning Rousing himself once more Mischief, as ever His vexing wheeze Whatsoever That was then When the ball was Still … More A CLOAK OF TREASURES