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this café's salad's
so bloody old, it's about
due for an oil change...
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('Then take it to an oil & vinegarage': 17 Syllables)
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For a certain MP from Towcester, life is, indeed, a rollercowcester...
(Andrea Leadsom stands down)
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Sometimes I think the first question a newly-elected MP asks is "what
platform should I stand on to catch the gravy train?" (Not the platform
for change, presumably)
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If I go down to Blenheim's High Park to see our country's oldest oak,
can I combine it with a visit to the beech?...
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Adbomen, bacterai, calcuim...words culled from a medical dyslexicon..
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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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