Showing posts with label Michelle Hudson-Shore. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Michelle Hudson-Shore. Show all posts

Wednesday, 17 April 2013

THE DAFFODILS

for MHS

the daffs are dancing in the gale
daffs are dancing in the gale the
are dancing in the gale the daffs
dancing in the gale the daffs are
in the gale the daffs are dancing
the gale the daffs are dancing in
gale the daffs are dancing in the

Wednesday, 10 April 2013

10TH APRIL 2013

for CF, MH-S, SB, AG, MF, LCB

She became, rather rapidly, a flesh eating zombie
Playing marbles, climbing trees, catching frogs, scabby knees
She became, rather rapidly, a flesh eating zombie
Natterjack freezeframe stick it up your Ursula Andress

The Peoples Republic of South Yorkshire rules ok
Natterjack freezeframe stick it up your Ursula Andress
She became, rather rapidly, a flesh eating zombie
They thought the pony looked very corned beefy

I have thrown my tea on the floor
She became, rather rapidly, a flesh eating zombie
The Peoples Republic of South Yorkshire rules ok
Playing marbles, climbing trees, catching frogs, scabby knees

They thought the pony looked very corned beefy
They thought the pony looked very corned beefy
The Peoples Republic of South Yorkshire rules ok
She became, rather rapidly, a flesh eating zombie

Playing marbles, climbing trees, catching frogs, scabby knees
Playing marbles, climbing trees, catching frogs, scabby knees
I have thrown my tea on the floor
She became, rather rapidly, a flesh eating zombie

They thought the pony looked very corned beefy
Natterjack freezeframe stick it up your Ursula Andress
Natterjack freezeframe stick it up your Ursula Andress
The Peoples Republic of South Yorkshire rules ok

Tuesday, 18 September 2012

THAT'S TORN IT

for MH-S

If the Minister of State for Health dropped his keys
in the street outside his home and bent from his back
and not from his knees as we're told, then his trousers
would stretch over his arse and rip. And the cameras
would catch it in a battering of flashbulbs and the hacks
would laugh at the red lipstick print emblazoned
across both cheeks as if they'd been kissed. His wife
would stand in the window aghast, while tatters
of fabric flapped round his bum before tumbling down
to his ankles. A leveller this. Stood in the street,
feeling the breeze on your balls and your thin thighs
twitching like a giraffe standing after just being born.