Goose mother, if I am a child of yours
Please bear me home with you, when darkness falls.
Going home tonight, we four
Met an elf sitting on a drystone wall
He spoke first. "Goodnight all".
As quiet as a lover at a bedroom window.
In response to your enquiry concerning our recent monthly returns. They were intentionally sent to you as tightly rolled hard copy. This was intended to ease their insertion into your records.
Yours, Branch
thyme may come when you rue sending in the bay leaves
On my doorstep a tiny alien.
"Me Ning"
The New York Times once said, about a hero of mine.
"Mr Lehrer's muse is not fettered by such inhibiting factors as taste."
I dedicate this unusually nasty verse to him.
All the kids loved babies. Except Huey.
He said he found them rather chewy.
"Consistency is all", I heard them say.
Who wants a world where everything is painted grey?
Grandad's been borrowing again to fund his skiing habit. It's a slippery slope.
Snail. Ahem. With permission. May I move you slightly?
You're on my favourite seat.
If I were a leaf
You might catch me as I fell
It's supposed to be good luck.
Don't put your head
In a Lion's mouth
You may hit a raw nerve.
When I was a child, I clasped to my ear a shell
Hearing there the ceaseless swell and ebb of the oceans.
Death can't afford a fancy hat and that
Is why you need to buy
Something avec zing
Un chapeau trĂŠs beau
Follow the urge, splurge
Then when all is done and said
Eternity will see defiance on your head.
My Gran did a supermarket price comparison. She says every Lidl helps.
Soon the snow will fall
I'd better find a warm nest
Where I can dream of Spring.
My Dad got me a job as a puppeteer. Mind you, he had to pull strings.
As I walked
By a house
Someone was playing
A piano
Upstairs.
Too confident I was       In my conscience
  I ran someone down      With my conscience
 And now have blood      On my conscience.
The Pupil asked: All my software tests passed. Should I rejoice?
The Master replied: I would advise you to weep, for you have learned nothing.
W.A. Mozart was no longer solvent or alive
After the age of thirty-five.
But although he died a debtor
His music has made millions of people feel bebtor.
Cat vomit. Bucket & mop out again.
"What an absolutely gorgeous little stream or whatever", Tom babbled.
"What a wonderful sight but it's hard to talk over the sound of falling water", Tom roared.
"This clear pure spring looks like the fountain of youth", Tom gushed.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, you see before one of Nature's Wonders, a Geyser", Tom spouted.
A bumblebee in an autumn rose
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