Published on 12, July, 2020
For those of you that have lost the plot, tangled yourself in the thread, lost a button, misplaced their armoured shelll....hang out here!
This is the Home for the Mis-Wired, waiting for the ferry to Autopia / sitting in the waiting room of diagnosis .....tickets please! All aboard!
How long do you give it before we get our threads in a twist on this one!?
Hello fellow Asps!
If you're in the mood for poetry, here's a handful of me limericks... :)
There was an old prophet called Moses
who didn’t like getting wet toeses.
When he got to the sea
he would part it, ‘cos he
was much cleverer than one supposes.
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A DIY girl called Amanda
bought herself an electrical sander
and used it to smooth
all the pine tongue-and-groove
that she’d used to construct her verandah.
An unfortunate chap named McGrath
fell asleep while he lay in the bath,
which shrivelled his skin
from his toes to his chin
and shrank his John Thomas by half.
A myopic artist named Peel
portrayed naked women with zeal.
He explained: “The detail
Is achieved using braille –
all the bits I can’t see, I just feel.”
A one-armed musician named Lace
played piano with singular grace.
His right hand was smart
with the melody part,
while his foot did the bits in the bass.
If ever you walk by a tree
give it plenty of room, ‘cos you see…
it might hold a bird
who’s releasing a turd
or a squirrel who’s having a wee.
That last one was quite school boy young man! Talk about lowering the tone! Haha!
How you you feel about captaining a ferry and teaching Warrior to swim?