If I cut off my much-abused left side I’d instantly be heartless and one-eyed. What an achievement, what a gem! I’d have the makings of PM!
Corn’s done. Peck Peck. Time for bed. More room tonight Dom, Dom. Did you hear, Dom Dom? did you hear about Gladys? Gladys? Eating eggs, yes eating eggs they say. Silly old Gladys. Silly girl. Eating eggs. She knows the rules. Greedy Gladys, Egg peckery, Dom Dom. Up before the Ipeck. It won’t happen again, … Continue reading Chook Gossip
To the PM
(i) Words are like glass jars, my friend. At some point, their being empty becomes blatantly obvious. (ii) i cannot see at all this place is steamy Now you're cooking with gas and it feels like nobody is watching A month or so ago, somebody posted a prompt that involved finding an old poem and … Continue reading To the PM