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To see Suggs walking
up your garden path is the
first sign of Madness...
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(99.8% of these posts are mine, this one is an exception.
It tickled my fancy, and fits neatly into the format)
('Pop corny joke. Sorry, corny pop joke': 17 Syllables)
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To those who feel Aidan Turner was a bit wooden as Poldark,
all I can say is 'what's wrong with a bit of stripped pine'?...
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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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