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why wear your heart on
your sleeve when you can wear it
on someone else's?...
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(on his Press Secretary's, in Trump's case - she spends
half her time having to pretend he's actually got one)
(17 Syllables)
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I'm a roly-polyglot. That's fat in anyone's language...
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The phrase 'master' bedroom is to be replaced by
'primary' or 'principal' bedroom, apparently. Bloody
hell, what about a certain activity known to take
place there on occasion? Will it now be referred to
as 'primary' or 'principal'bating?
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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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