It was his seventy-seventh jump.

At last, when nothing went his wayhe closed his eyes, began to pray.And see, the Lord took instant pityon this young fellow from the city.The date he promised him was blindthough, when you’re lonely, you don’t mindhe heard the name, it was Sweetlipsand visualised round boobs and hips,at last he’d get himself a dish.The date…

as shades of gray appear,blurs growing into blue,and it is really you.My darling when you writeI sleep and dream of much,like sailboats in the nightso close, they never touch.And did you hear the rain,each dropp a little drumto raise the spirits’ soul,asleep from too much rum.Hush now, my love and sighlet lanterns be your light,it…

It comes and goes, at last it staysyou ask for diagnosis.‘Oh, Carpal Tunnel’, so they saya nerve that’s pinched so badlythat you will only suffer more,unless you see the surgeon.What they do not, but should, of coursereveal the secret treatmentfor most of those who suffer soa vitamin, so simple.So, do you wonder why the hushwhen…

The weed was wearing an attirethat set the acorn’s heart on fire.A cousin of the acorn wanderedonto the scene, his name was oak.He, being chaste, never philanderedhe was a rather boring bloke.The oak was suddenly just seizedby a black bird of purple feather,you understand the oak was cheesedhe had been waiting for wet weatherto find…

would mean I am no longer trueto my own self, who needs to chooseall thoughts and deeds that come my waywhile standing near, to you, the gnomeand do not linger, do not stayas I am wisdom’s epitome.Do keep away your sodding handsthe road to greatness, it is steepand it is I who makes demandswhile all…

your behaviour todaythat you do not obeyand tomorrow I’ll go on the pension.’