Today's poet

[Hes]

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?

That is brilliant OW! I did wonder what that surly farmer that I usually see might be doing in the barn to the sound of a violin...his boiler suited frame with baler twine belt suddenly became somehow more appealing...

[Hes]

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

phwoarrrr!

[stevefoster]

Night all, its been a great biscuity night !

Night freckle, it's been a Blue Riband event

[Hes]

A poem about running.

I ran.


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

Genius

[Hes]

Night Freckle, it's been brilliant, sleep well.x

[Mossdog]

A poem about running.

I ran.


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

Is that somewhere in the Middle-East?

[Harry H Howgill]

Night freckle, it's been a Blue Riband event

Very good Merrylegs

Goodnight all

[Hes]

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?

and again...too true HHH!

[Hes]

Very good Merrylegs

Goodnight all

Night HHH. Sweet dreams (biscuity ones!).

[stevefoster]

Is that somewhere in the Middle-East?

Very good Merrylegs

Goodnight all

Goodnight Harry
I ran, Middle-East, sharp Mossdog