Certificate PG
Parental guidance suggested for children
The Pickle Poem
I can't overlook what you did because it was an incredibly stupid thing to do. You wanted a batch of pickles and you hired Aunt Bee to make them for...
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- 416 reads
Where was the tenderness lost
In our stripey t-shirts we say that although things are different now let’s always be here for each other and we both get in our waiting taxis that...
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Post-jogging
With hills like this you’d be silly not to make yourself some playlists, put some headphones on and go running, or at least on fast walks that make...
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Amour
It is the Autumn of my salad days and longing for a mate other stags have now selected their hardy one and only. At times we scrabbled and strolled...
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A Son and Wife's Betrayal
All my lousy son cared about was getting laid. I had to pick up the pieces after I was betrayed. I should've known something was wrong because of how...
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- 351 reads
Raptor
I have the talent to undo you. Should I rest upon your servant wrist, you could not resist my power there, unable to undo or endure the barbed wire...
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The Apprentice
Noo then lad, job's a goodun. You'll do well, even though yer brain is wooden. My time is past, and me guts is black pudden. So I'm off home now, to...
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- 350 reads
Bad Objects
I'm sure you'll figure it out. Image created by me at cooltext.com
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- 531 reads
The rats
Rats, an infestation, chewing wires I'd left exposed
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- 636 reads
80
I'm happy to go at eighty. Two of my friends, both called Matthew died in their thirties and maybe if they hadn't shared a name it wouldn't have hit...
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- 437 reads