Grimbeau

No more routinely ruptured mornings –

Quite a happy prospect!

‘…Nora seemed dead on leaving.’

Meaning Wot?

Everyone is blessed: half-dressed.

Trussed and preyed on that one for another day.

Tricateurs with Secateurs;

Kiss my anus, Janus;

Facebook guttersnipes,

fishwives swimming in shirk infested waters.

We do not do blood.