10 One Flew Over

 

Bobby Biddlesbury

Balding, bilious Bobby Biddlesbury bought beautiful, bountiful bouquets. “Betty, baby… blooms!” Bobby boasted, but Betty, behaving badly, bopped...

The Season To Be Jolly

We get fed up with turkey and stuffing For Christmas day lunch, I’m not bluffing Though no one’s to blame It’s always the same So this year we might...

My Love

My love is not like a red, red rose with her aquiline features and roaming nose; I couldn’t compare her to a summer’s day, perhaps a wet weekend in...
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Gold cherry

A Younger Man's Trousers

Brown spots on the back of my hands and my daughters laugh when I dance. Bloomin’ awful ache in my back. And romance? There isn’t a chance! But hey,...