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Obesity turns
me off - "waist not, want not," I
moan. The wife's distraught...
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- 'Abstinence': 10 letters, and not one of them French. Does it make the heart grow fonder? My arse...
(17 Syllables)
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(She once had a figure
To everyone's taste,
But now they just snigger
For it's all gone to waist)
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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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