Monthly Archives: September 2016
We all stood in line for a flu jab And the nurse said: ‘We’re trialling a new jab. It may work, it may not – We don’t know what we’ve got – But we’re hoping to hell it’s the true … Continue reading
Somewhere, a woman is writing a poem. She’s calling the poem ‘Somewhere’ because she doesn’t know where she is. The food pushed through the hatch in her door is unfamiliar: hard flat breads with a taste of unknown spice, thin … Continue reading
If you dine at St Aubin La Ferté, And the waitress is pretty and flirty, It’s so you’ll overlook The food (badly cooked) And the fact that the cutlery’s dirty.
Said the lecherous prof to Michele: ‘If you really desire to do well, With extra tuition (And a bit of coition) I’ll ensure you get top marks, ma belle.’