NAPOLEON’S QUANDARY

Josephine: “Ah, my ‘liteel corporal’ why ze sad face?” Napoleon: “Josie me luv, me minds gone blank – and not so much of the ‘little’ if you don’t mind, it cuts me to the very quick when you say such things.” Josephine: “’Ow so ‘as your mind gone, ‘ow you say, ‘blonk?’” Napoleon: “Well, luv … More NAPOLEON’S QUANDARY

WITHIN TANGLED MINDS

an angry night spent alone in Spartan space harshest words committed to pen and paper come first light, she casts them upon the hearth giving false hope, but no reprieve to fading embers then watches her wretched waspish, now blackened text flake then become devoured within the sooty vortex   in those times of strength … More WITHIN TANGLED MINDS

JONNY CATAPAULT – THE PLUMBER THE ARTISTS ALL TRUST

LEONARDO DA VINCI’S BANGING WATER PIPES  “Well you know what they say Lenny boy, ‘There’s no such thing as a silent plumbing system,’ yet yours was banging away like a Parisian brothel on a Saturday night if I may say so. I’m surprised you could get any kip. Still all sorted now, I installed a handy … More JONNY CATAPAULT – THE PLUMBER THE ARTISTS ALL TRUST

MAD, YET NOT SAD

MAD, YET NOT SAD (regarding a mad old fruit bat I inadvertently had the true pleasure of speaking with this morning)   a leaden morn, as ever, he is up with the lark the oldest old crone, wispy hair, no pearly whites puzzling stained charity shop crestfallen overcoat shoves onward a long ago rusted, squeaky … More MAD, YET NOT SAD