Thoust spake lies. Lies, lies and more damn lies.

Thoust tongue is forked.

Just ‘orrible

This is an ‘oribble poem about ‘orrible Ed & ‘orrible Sid.

Now ‘orrible Ed had an ‘orrible ‘ead, but ‘orrible Sid had an ‘orrible kid. And that’s enough of this ‘orrible poem!

What is love ? #1

Love is:   walking through the park holding hands, kissing, cuddling, hugging, great sex.

No that’s just a fantasy. But it’s a great fantasy of mine, and one that doesn’t impose any stereotypes on anyone.

So I’ll hang onto it.

   We would like to suggest that you try reading this poem backwards, line by line.

What is love ? #2

"Love is a many splendid thing."   that’s what someone said, but don’t ask me who.

Love is different things for different people,

but for me, love is about being there for someone special, and about them being there for me too.

I love my Mum & Dad, and yes, my brother too, and all his family, and all my other relatives,

all my close friends, and the other ones too, who I only see now and then,

I love Annie on 2XX, who I’ve never even met, who just talks away to me on the radio, happy as can be, brightening up my morning.

I love:    rock stars, pop stars, movie stars, and lots of people who I will never even know, except through their publicity machines,

yet if you asked me, I’d say, " Sure, I love:    Shania, Alanis, Pamela, and Kim Hope too"

and so many more, whose names 

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