I'll say this about my old man -
He always stands by me in a time of crisis...
More often as not, a little bit too close,
If you get my drift...
...though it's not my drift you have to worry about. He means well, bless him...
(I came across this on my travels in Asia somewhere - the last two letters of 'In Case of Emergency Break Window' had been very neatly deleted. Meanwhile, many moons ago back in England, someone had - again, very, very neatly - turned the last two letters of 'Cowshill' into 't's on a Northumbrian village's signpost. It had me fooled.)
Who doesn't like a 3-liner? (Quite a few of you don't, apparently.) Well, I'll have you know that many a critic has said of my work "at least it's in English" - and as for the great Stephen Fry, he once said of me "Vincent who?" Let's just say I supply the litter to the litterati [sic - but only at times] - ie: I write rubbish. But rubbish mostly inspired by the HAIKU, the 17th Century Japanese verse form consisting of 3 lines and 17 (5-7-5) syllables. (WARNING: flash photography and limericks)
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