Oh magic mirror on the wall are you that magic after all? I ask you questions every day you never have a thing to say.
I lost time attempting to recreate the clockwise Coriolis effect in my plughole I’m sure I witnessed during my shower this morning and settled on the thoughts of tailors in Australia and inside legs and has the world tripped over?
If I had a bag of sherbet dip big enough to sleep in I’d want you as my lollipop if you were up for lickin’ You could be my dib-dab sweet as sweet could be all sugared up from tip to toe a candy treat for me.
give a man a fish and he’ll eat for a day but give a fish a man and you’ll likely hear him say “what’s this pointless thing you’ve given me?” (in his little fishy voice) “as I’d rather have a wiggly worm given half the choice.” yes to give a fish a man my friends is really quite absurd but there are no more wiggly worms thanks to all the early birds.
Lord Gladstone had a biscuit tin which he would keep his memories in sometimes he’d store them with his dreams until they smelled of custard creams then the lid he’d open up and dip thoughts in his coffee cup to roll them round upon his tongue and remember times when he was young.
I said hi to a happy horse
playing in the snow today
he asked me if I too of course
was happy in my way
certainly was my reply
as what else could I tell
to such a happy horse as he
before we bade farewell.