It’s you my bird who sings at night.

you can carry a stickto ward OFF every prickor you simply use bullets of lead.He walked softly, due to his fine shoes.And he carried a very short fuse.When he GAVE back the starhe went straight to the barand fell into a barrel of booze.He got pissed as you well can deduceyet he wanted to reproduce.When…

the ewes shrink morein any rainyet no one knowswhy they do sterilisethe needlesto be usedto send one offto his rewardfor horrid crimes.Tis the mentality of thosewho order double Macs,large tubs of friesto be washed downby Uncle Pemberton’s sweet brew,no kilocaloriesno, none at all.

says something so colloquialthat it is understood by allexcept us foreigners of courseyes language, it is such a force!A lady fishing from the bridgeher husband though had climbed a ridgethey were in heated competitionand liked the thought of going fishing.A tug was felt along her lineat first she felt she should reclineand pull until the…

but there was method (and a bit of madness) .He’d dreamed up rules, of course,’twas either right or left but never bothin unison or (think of it!) in competition.His brain was sharp, inquisitive and quick,an eager tongue in search of novel tastes,thus it was clear they’d have to find a roadsubstantially less travelled, say a…

I do not know myselfwhy gremlins come in to thelounge room of my mind.It ought to be forbidden,I would say.That bad vibrations,‘couraged by bad spirits,can settle in and ruin my life today.All things went wrong todayexcept the morning pee,it came out by itself, withoutprivation.And I despaired-I’d told her I would not,but what the hell was,bloody,…

when the spirit soursas it must, ’cause it canthere comes realisationof the yin and the yangand the urgent sensationthat the song that he sangthrough the decades of strifeand the nights full of blisswhen the meaning of lifewas enshrined in a kissas he looks to the pastto a million decisionsand to those who were castin odd…