Diggety plop

[ozfan]

Crack goes the blazing saddle of my horse. Alas
tears of rage would not put out those flames
and so I go to the shop to ease the pain.
With a doughnut,coffee and quiet disdain.

Long grey hair stiff as a hose.
What's it like living inside my nose?
It must be comfortable in your follicle sac
I keep pulling you out
You keep coming back.

Poor little stick lying on the ground
All alone in the late winter gloom.
Sad.
Yet you utter no sound.
Doesn't anyone care?
Obviously you do. Idiot.


I see you there across the mire
through these silicon chips and tangled wire.
My imagination is a hungry beast and upon you
my dear, we shall feast.

Little dog had only three legs. Which is great.
Yesterday he had two.

Old hen old hen.
You've always been a toiler.
but if you don't start laying eggs
you'll become the farmers boiler.

Thank you.

[MissWinnie]

Thank you for the Saturday morning smile Mr O.

[ozfan]

Why thank you Miss Win
I send you a grin