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
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I believe the inspiration behind this brilliant book is…. ALCOHOL, Claret mostly… Well-worth few bob for this poetry with a cunningly amusing difference!
That he was fixated with the plight of the ephemeral effect of the eclipse twixt light source, person and backdrop that constituted his ‘shadow’ an indicator as to the onset of his lunacy. He knew full well it was unjust that his shadow was dependent upon a visible sun, the family of fire or a … More BILLBOARDS & BUTTERFLY BOWTIES
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
latterly, in the unending forest of spheres the naked ape has at long, long last learned to tarry beneath the canopy; has determined that he can feast upon as well as delight himself in sport with those four-legged creatures not of his own kind the ones of cloven hoof who have not the wherewithal nor … More IN THE FOREST OF SPHERES
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 (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