for AG, RB, DP, AN, SM
Pope Francis says, "tie
the corrupt to a rock and throw
them in the sea." A man
living in social housing
instead of having a well-lit
second home may
count himself a failure.
In our society is a mass
sense of entitlement, induced
subliminally, but without much
subtlety. I tried that once.
Home office send a letter
to 7 year old boy
telling him to leave
the country voluntarily or
his departure may be enforced.
Jeez... Amidst death,
debris and desperation
a newborn human
learns to latch on.
The Yorkshire Post won't let me
run anymore adverts.
Gardinski replies;
"What if there is not enough ocean?"
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Showing posts with label Anton Gardinski. Show all posts
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Wednesday, 13 November 2013
Wednesday, 17 April 2013
ANDREW JACKSON'S CHICKEN GLASSES
for AG
Eye glasses for chickens: intended to prevent fowls
from picking out each other's eyes – Andrew Jackson's
chicken glasses. It might be supposed from glances
that chickens, like human beings, suffer eye diseases.
These eye glasses were first patented in 1903:
intended to prevent fowls from pecking out eyes.
A flock so equipped would appear very intellectual.
Go forth and multiply, young fellow me lad.
Monday, 15 April 2013
15TH APRIL 2013
for AG, MF, SH, JW
Spare a bob guv
Five years ago, precisely
You have got AIDS
Rose is a slut
Spare a bob guv
Rose is a slut
You have got AIDS
Five years ago, precisely
Spare a bob guv
You have got AIDS
Five years ago, precisely
Rose is a slut
Five years ago, precisely
You have got AIDS
Rose is a slut
Spare a bob guv
Spare a bob guv
Five years ago, precisely
You have got AIDS
Rose is a slut
Spare a bob guv
Rose is a slut
You have got AIDS
Five years ago, precisely
Spare a bob guv
You have got AIDS
Five years ago, precisely
Rose is a slut
Five years ago, precisely
You have got AIDS
Rose is a slut
Spare a bob guv
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
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
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Friday, 28 September 2012
HAPPY ENDING
for AG
The prince and princess were married,
or not married, or married but only by
common-law, and the frog was involved.
They were married by the turkey who lived
on the hill with a ring on his nose at noon,
or midnight. There were stars, or sunshine,
or rainclouds, a hurricane of weather systems
applauding the marriage. They were blanketed
in snow, or swirled in dandelion seeds,
or eidered in down. The frog turned into
a handsome priest when they kissed his frock,
and the dish sloped off with the laughing dog.
This poem was commissioned for charity. You too can commission here http://www.justgiving.com/Gavin-Hudson1
The prince and princess were married,
or not married, or married but only by
common-law, and the frog was involved.
They were married by the turkey who lived
on the hill with a ring on his nose at noon,
or midnight. There were stars, or sunshine,
or rainclouds, a hurricane of weather systems
applauding the marriage. They were blanketed
in snow, or swirled in dandelion seeds,
or eidered in down. The frog turned into
a handsome priest when they kissed his frock,
and the dish sloped off with the laughing dog.
This poem was commissioned for charity. You too can commission here http://www.justgiving.com/Gavin-Hudson1
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