Posted 11:50 AM by Brian McCloskey
JULY 1991
I found a toaster. Two trees meeting for the last time. Sweet Heart. And North and South are both the same. Not so are the wicked, not so. In the interests of hygiene we do not exchange underwear. It looks good, it tastes good, and by jolly it does you good. Neither a follower nor a leader be. Shut up and pleasure me. Something quick and easy to use. Anybody could take you to the movies, but for self-mutilation there’s just one special guy. A girl needs six hands on a Saturday night and it’s so hot. I like you just the way you are. Sit, Ubu, sit...good dog. Beautiful on the inside. Where’s the room for plans when you’re penniless? I shall be with you on your wedding night. Divots go back on fairways, not on short hole tees. Rat-infested hedge stops pensioner from using garden. Throw me back my girlfriend. Call that camouflage? - I can see you, Jenkins? He hit me in the prune. How could I ever forget Bristol? You’re a kinky devil, aren’t you? A you’re altruistic, B you’re a bugbear. Are you suggesting that coconuts migrate? Pommes purees...and some mashed potatoes. The first of the line is tied to a tree and the last is being eaten by the ants. And I’m taking home a family brick for tea.