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The bell rang. "Show him
up, son," asked mum. So I mocked
his lack of breeding...
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(17 Syllables)
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Now British scientists are being allowed to genetically modify human embryos, how long
before we see fertility clinics with 'Petri dish of the day' offers? It's a slippery slope...
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David Cameron will today trumpet a 'draft agreement' to keep us in the EU. I'm
assuming that'll turn out to be a typo. I await details of said 'daft agreement'...
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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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