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"forgive my lack of
passion," sighed the passion fruit
to the ugli fruit...
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(Sad, but true: few passion fruit have lived up
to their name when left alone with ugli fruit...)
(17 Syllables)
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"Why would you want to play second fiddle when
you've been leader, first violinist and concert-
meister? It hurts intensely," says John Humphrys.
Wow! Sounds like he's been orcastrated!...
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Police watchdog to probe Boris? Don't tell Dilyn!
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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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