The Frog in my Fridge There’s a frog in my fridge, Who drinks all my booze, Then recounts bawdy poems, Before singing the blues. He...
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The Pheasant's Lament The taste of tarmac is addictively sweet Is my one and only explanation Why a blend of tar, stone, and sand, Can...
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Apologies for that title, it’s not what you think. Or maybe it is … partly. The reluctant poo made an unexpected reappearance at a funeral...
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