Speedwell.
Headache,
Gerund,
a nap till PM, which is now – Holy Cow!
Another Independence Day ends
One man Bob.
On the mad ship dodgy gut
It’s a cheap trip to Doolali Tupp
You won’t get far on carrot
And a multigrain bar
Roll me a coffee,
pass me a tab,
and a biscuit too,
celebrate the comedy of yesterday,
Groucho, Panto, Kong and Fay Wray
“We have to remember that what we observe is not nature in itself, but nature exposed to our method of questioning.” – Werner Heisenberg
Sunshine after rain.
One will come soon.
So…Relax, wind down,
Never mind
it was just
The usual let you downs.
Then…Inflate, blow up,
Never mind
it was just
the usual pink suspects:
Six blind elephants from
The Flat Man .
Six is a number for elephants.
Elephants is not a number.
She was known to have the wrong name,
(a clerical faux pas committed by Gerald
While eating a falafel after a
Good bollocking from Mrs. Godzilla
for being late in again.)
The corpse lived at No Fixed Abode
as did Wallace Pidgeon
the woman with her real name,
who rented the cellar.
It was all too much for Geraldine,
So, she just rifled the personal effects
for good pickings,
secreted them in the shallow,
nylon pocket of her too tight tunic,
pulled the sheet over the head,
and checked for recent texts.
Grimbeau 