down from the shed of Mr. Trout.
It guarded there with all its senses
two rather big Mercedes Benzes.
One day a thief arrived and picked
the padlock, but it never clicked
that he could be the cat’s pajamas
without the usual ugly dramas.
Because he was a padlock thief
it brought a certain great relief
to Mister Jeddediah Stock
who had to buy another lock.
I shall send all my stuffwrapped in tinsel and fluffand I’ll wear my new re-enforced coat.It is strange and a bit of a painto see brethren tied down by a chain.But there’s nothing amissin my own private bliss,it will never include Courtney Kane.
the union that each soul is lusting forwoke in the morn to a most fright’ning roarit was the lion who had left his cage,again he roamed the streets in fiery rage.This had to stop, we could expend no livesof servant husbands and their faithful wives.The cages at the zoo had been unlockedall beasts escaped, this…
and I lived in the otherI’d be your big brother.And at night all your laceI would tie just in caseit should rain from the skyyou would want to keep dry.In the morning I’d wake youget you out and then take youto the trees and the flowerswe would wander for hoursand I might, before lunchpick a…
his card that saidWeinstein, David.A non-descriptand little man,short-sightedlike so many,dishevelled beard,black suit and socksthat ugly hatand clever face.Somehow he had not madeit onto Schindler’s List,but rumours werethat Buchenwald was kind,plenty of skills demandedfresh air, the same that Luther,so many moons ago, had breathed.He did have assets, toosixteen full fillings,all pure gold.A Swiss accordionand fiddle made…
she is jealous of herwhen she catches her purrSo my Hemi will not be called Emmy.
have moved to fifty-sixfrom fifty one.So much for ‘nipulationand blatant uh, uhI could have told you.Perhaps the big old liarwho did accusewould now be quiet.And my computerman,a gentle blokesaid that this can’t be donewas it a joke?
