the milkman with a wooden leg still hobbled through his rounds the milkman with a wooden leg dint let said leg get him down the milkman with a wooden leg still did what milkmen do so after 9 months or so of starting his job most local newborn babies had a wooden leg too ...
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the man with no nostrils
the man with no nostrils still had a nose 'til one day a big sneeze where does it go? the man with with no nostrils still had a nose 'til one day a big sneeze his head explodes ...
may day – beltane
emergency a blank page trade unions bank holiday a bonfire & phallic poles white rabbits the fangled old cider time a scrumpyed head there's snooker on yes april's dead a sunny start then came the rain may day - beltane ...
the sixties
if you don't recall the sixties then you probably won't born yet but they say if you remember them you weren't really there so you must've been there & it must've been shit-ape a decade of mind-wipe a decade of YEAH ...
secret potters
secret potters pottery on the sly they come home - hands tired stinkin' of clay in the sordid depths of night yes secret potters pottery unawares the other-half worries why they're not there if only it were as simple as another affair ...
shakespeare’s not dead – he’s in my shed
shakespeare's not dead - he's in my shed neckin' tennents super & generally misbehavin' he's messin' up neat piles of pots y' barred y' bard so please piss off you 4 hundred & 60 odd shed squattin' swan of avon ...
10, 000 grahams
there are always 10,000 grahams on earth since before the dawn of man it's all part of some plan with their magic name they maintain equilibrium is sustained if there were 10,000 & 1 then every goose would turn into a swan ( ... & that's just for starters ... ) ...
orangutans & morris dancers
like orangutans morris dancers are a dying bunch so you can now adopt one from just £5 a month this will pay for bells & ale neglect itself's a crime but orangutans make actual sense cheers - thank you for your time ...
monday is knob day
well all queue jumpers are subhuman scum especially that wanker in the bus sta-tion there's a system to this tedium we all hate waiting too so don't fuck the queue instead fuck you ...
put y’ foot down
a brownfield site among the shite on a wank december's night a sewage farm the bowels of hell a plague pit piled vile sights - foul smells a crash-smash drenched in weeping rain among the bits of plane meets train or a y'oldey war - those cannon balls nah, that's no place for a picnic at all ...
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