parched mouth...
cold sweat...
limbs shaking...
can't swallow...
feelings of nausea...
clock ticking...
a minute to go...
40 seconds, 20...
10...
GO! GO! GO!...
"Hello, you must be Jane. I'm John"...
(D for 'Date' - Blind Date: '17 Syllables plus' re-mix)
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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