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"Visitors Must Not
Come" - talk about 'no room at
the innuendo'!...
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- a memory of my travels many years ago. In the same hotel/brothel (I was a few years into a ten-year backpacking trip round the world, so penny-pinching was a way of life) there was also a sign stating "No Solicitors". Luckily, it was never a profession that had attracted me, so I checked in. I say "the Philippines", but it might have been Borneo or Indonesia, I can't honestly remember. Too many countries, too many fleapits - but I've never forgotten the two signs that brought a smile to my face. Nor the disconcerting little peepholes I later discovered in my room, gouged out of the flimsy partitions. Hey-ho...
(17 Syllables)
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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