Testing I say now Chaps, won’t you let me in, I’m not going to do that, ‘thing’ again. I’ve cleaned up my act (with a…
From poetry to prose and everything in between
Category: Funny
Albert had no friends. None. Not. A. Single. One.
No-one in the neighbourhood ever stopped by.
Not even the flea-bitten, knock-kneed ginger tom called Tiddles that lived next door came to see him, and Tiddles had hardly any friends!
So fetch me a Friday,
With high heels and cream,
And a skateboard
With elephant eyes.
I’m wearing a top
Made of tambourine screams
And I’ve no doubt
At all
I can fly.