From which venereal disease did Arthur Fonzerelli suffer? That would be herpes simplex ehhhh.
Greetings esteemed chums and/ or compadres! I hope all my beloved salmon are inexorably making their way upstream to greatness! Or to be eaten by a grizzly but shit, can’t win them all…
Right into the poem now, have to head back to work shortly. Having two jobs is vaguely irksome:)
“Everything Comes Out in the Posh”, December 23, 2019.
Sometimes much like an old shirt
We feel threadbare and torn
Covered in grime and aged dirt
Both hewed and roughly shorn
Patches even failing now
Their innards showing through
You’re left to wonder just how
To halt said fabric’s coup
We’ve a cosmic laundromat
Wash and fold for the brain
Flexile as an acrobat
Removes most any stain
True some marks cannot be shed
Rips far too large to darn
But don’t need needle or thread
To mend this jaded yarn
You can always start anew
We’re tied to no outfit
Need not see cardigan through
When more can soon be knit.
I do hate to rhyme and run but that is precisely what is about to occur.
Be joyous my wriggling fishies!
-Alex Blaikie
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A broken mind held together by cellophane and some tack.
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