If you want poetry like this:
The busy spiders' webs on bushes glisten In Autumn sun and early morning dew. But birds have ceased their songs, my darling, listen; Struck silent by the beauty that is you.
then you'll be disappointed. If, however something like this amuses you:
Here lies Mavis, chaste and pure, her
Sex drive ne'er awoken.
Returned to manufacturer,
Security seal unbroken.
then come on in, But first...
If you've not been here before, it is advisable to take a look at
the warning about the content.
for the sake of your sensibilities and sanity.
If you can't stand the tune playing, try hitting the Escape key.
any pearls of wisdom that you wish to cast before this swine...
Send money to www.ape-rescue.org and help support my daughter and grand daughter. There's a link on the Rogues' Gallery page.
Within you'll find fact, fiction, hearsay and rumour,
Who cares, if it's all got a smidgeon of humour?\
Latest stuff:
December 2007
The poetic muse having deserted me, here's part parable, part fable, part drivel...
The modern history of food preparation..
October 2007.
Washington and the Cherry Tree.
False memories of 39 years ago.
August 2007
The highland lassie in a grass skirt.
Who ever said my verse wasn't even good enough for a birthday card?
July 2007
Note many of the latest are of the worst sort, so you might be better advised to take the link above
May 2007
The unexpurgated little Noddy.
And a prose diary of the joys of the pitfalls of dog training.
February 2007.
January 2007.
and a treatise on sexual etiquette: The pig got up....
December 2006.
When it's springtime in Alaska, or the bear necessities.
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
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