Today's poet

[Hes]

Chunky Kit-Kat with peanut butter! THE poetry lover's choice!

With that calorific punch it ought to be the emergency choice of all fell runners!

[stevefoster]

...oh for a chunky kit kat. Did I tell you about the time I nibbled all the chocolate off one in an effort to disrobe it...oh, I've come over all funny again!

This harvest cheweee bar (it is spelt like that on the wrapper) aint doing it for me!

Harvest Cheweee

healthier option
but better to get your oats
some other way!

Harvest cheweee lies broken in the corner
Uneaten and unloved
Chunky one smiles, naked

[Al Fowler]

A poem about running.

I ran.


Created by Al Fowler, 19/01/10, 11:07pm.

[Old Whippet]

Hes, out running this evening appears,
through unexplained mechanics,
(like that recent tv series)
to have entered a 1970's world
where confection
and sex
intermingle
through
ill concealed
innuendo.
Leaving us to wonder
What music was that farmer playing in his barn?

[Derby Tup]

With that calorific punch it ought to be the emergency choice of all fell runners!

The peanut butter has little bits of salt in. An ace biscuity treat

[Old Whippet]

I loved and lost a biscuit once, it turned up in the bottom of my OMM waist bag all sodden and forlorn. No, I didn't eat it!

I've loved and lost biscuits too. They are later found at the bottom of my mug, and lack their earlier appeal.

[Derby Tup]

A poem about running.

I ran.


Created by Al Fowler, 19/01/10, 11:07pm.

Makes my Guangzhou inspired three word haiku look wordy and verbose

[Harry H Howgill]

I've loved and lost biscuits too. They are later found at the bottom of my mug, and lack their earlier appeal.

Aah, but to compliment Mossy's original question, many posts ago....

Is it better to have dunked and lost,
Than never to have dunked at all?

[freckle]

Night all, its been a great biscuity night !

[stevefoster]

A poem about running.

I ran.


Created by Al Fowler, 19/01/10, 11:07pm.

Complex, Flash, Complex. Deep, meaningful, utterly transfixing, i am moved, deeply. Love these long rambling poems