Every once in a
while,
Silas would go to the
park.
He loved to go there
on sunny days,
and relax whilst He
fed the ducks.
He especially liked
to feed them
to his pet
alsation
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Monthly Archives: January 2004
FAQ
No, I am still not Joel’s brother.
My black shirt
My new black shirt
is on the floor. I’d have
tried it in the wardrobe
but I would have lost it.
I like black shirts.
Rediscovered 21 January 2004. Relates to fashion, not politics, in case anyone wondered: I used only to wear black.
Unspoilt pubs for nice people
Aunt Sally
cooked poisen
in her kitchen
and
fitted her house with
themed family fun.
Aunt Sally
had no taste and
the food she cooked
all went to waste
as we stabbed her
in the eyes
with a vinegar bottle.
Rediscovered 21 January 2004
Wow. I’ve just looked at my web stats. Never bothered before. So I am getting hits after all. How curious. Perhaps I should start to edit my work?
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The man was going to ask
Silas
to put the knife away.
(But he didn’t have the heart.)
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
an engagement ring
back
“…’She wouldn’t get us, would she?’
‘Of course not.’ A different voice. A girl. Neither of them had seen her arrive.”
—
“Who are you?”
The girl looked at them, but was mute. She smiled.
“I said who are you?”
“Nigel!”
The girl mouthed something.
“What?”
“Its all pretend. The story. Ignore him.”
She looked at Nigel, whilst Keith stared at the ground between his brother and the girl.
“Well I don’t like you.” Nigel was determined to save face.
Two bottles of absinthe
one spoon
a veitch.
who says a new decade brings maturity?
Forgot to say.
The plane didn’t crash.
Twice.
Which was a bonus.