Big Eggo was one of us, but he spoiled himself by too often behaving like the Germans on It’s a Knockout.
8th Sept – It’s only words and words are all I have, to take your heart away.
Bored, with no traction for either of us in our bad poetry competition, Keith and I have taken to setting each other crosswords. Have a go at mine below. The first correct answer received at the contact-me email (below? - somewhere nearabouts) will be sent a gift commensurate with one of the answers, whether they … Continue reading 8th Sept – It’s only words and words are all I have, to take your heart away.
Aug 19th (девятнадцатое августа) – Shoot me the pot and I’ll pour me a shot.
Not bad enough to be so bad it's good; not good enough to be bad.
Aug 12th – On me your voice falls as they say love should, like an enormous yes.
I've had a preview of his (he's in the revision stage now) and I was disheartened to see that he has latched on to the same awful trope of the bad poem as me - the pun. He has based his rhyme around craic and crack. I must say, it's promisingly bad.
10th Aug – This town ain’t big enough for the both of us!
I propose to make the new economy out of Formica to put it at the forefront of the robust, easy to clean, exterior of the global marketplace.
Aug 4th – It’s four in the morning and once more the dawning, Just woke up the warning in me.
I have been blessed with a good sense of humour Keith, so for the times I’ve laughed, I will give my life one out of ten.
19th July – I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain, I’ve seen sunny days that I thought would never end.
Imagine our sun, in our solar system, to be the nucleus of an atom. The planets including ours are electrons circling the nucleus. All that stuff going on inside the sun, the nuclear reactions and everything, are all that quark and Higgs Bosun and God particle business that even they can’t understand properly.
1st July – Sad Sack was sittin’ on a block of stone, Way over in the corner weepin’ all alone.
Well, every single decision I have ever made was wrong. Then I ended up here.
24th June – Wear your flannel underwear, When you climb a tree, Oh, take good care of yourself, You belong to me!
Hold on. Homo Erectus. Does he… eye to eye - you know? Hampton winks, man-boy thinks, mutual thanks?
20th June – Well, the night was falling as the desert world began to settle down.
It is an argument for reveille. In fact, it makes a strong case for all institutions managed and operated by educationally subnormal filth.
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