

The LamppostsThey stand, stern, upright cowering over our familiar stocky friends, heartlessly leaving redundant thoseThe Lampposts
yellow beamed faithful figures who’ve lit my street for so long. They shout shrill white rays from artificial heads and watch me as I squint in fearful obedience, their authoritative glare piercing my face.
At night, I may stagger home, a little worse for wear from a beverage, or five; the wheelie bins, they are daleks for sure! But nothing rattles me more than those deathly threatening armed soldiers that are The Lampposts.


Party in the Worm HoleParty in the Worm Hole! Bring along a bug DJ Dirt is on his way The venue has been dug Centipedes and millipedes! We welcome all your feet Shoot a shot of Soil Schnapps And wriggle to the beat! At 20p a tentacle You can’t afford to miss! You’ll never see a Bug Bash As brilliant as this!Party in the Worm Hole
Please note:
•The root beer in our happy hour is buy one get one free •We’re underground remember, so you shouldn’t bring a bee •We don’t want moody morsels here; you’ve come to have a laugh •We can’t be held responsible when drunk worms snap in half


Sonnet - WoodlandsSonnet on the theme of WoodlandsSonnet - Woodlands
Dawn descends, dripping colours with a tear As bird song stirs like petals in the spring, Snug beneath a sky so perfectly clear She smiles to the earthly beauty waking.
Fragments of light dance daintily through leaves
And glisten from dew that on the grass lies, Scents of summer surround her as she breathes The crisp morning air that stings her bright eyes.
Romance blossoms amongst indigo bells; She whispers through the hazy sunlit green, Quaintly absorbing the sheer peace that dwells Within these woodlands, a magical


CheeezIf you want to please me, give me cheese.Cheeez
Cheddar’s much bedder when eaten insteader a cheese that is redder upon just plain bread or lonesome crackers.
Who could tell a
Mozzarella to go sell her pint of Stella? Not me.
Don’t give me jam I want Edam. Retain please your spam cos sadly I am a much bigger fan of dairy products, thanks.
Babybels with waxy shells near the place that stilton dwells over there, upon the shelves
in Sainsbury’s.
Here ye, all hail thy Wensleydale
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Cats eatin' dogs.
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There is no agony like bearing and untold story
inside of you.
Maya Angelou
If someone steals your heart it's love. Hold tight, You won't get a second
chance at a first time love.
Me
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