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.’

Said a food critic dining at Tours: ‘I’m not coming here any more. The food’s so inedible I think it’s incredible That they gave it not three stars but four.’ The patron, who heard him, cried ‘Zut! You’re a crass, … Continue reading →