Shit, I drank the purple slime I think this means I’m out of time Although, if I am not mistaken Writers love a heart that’s breaking…

Violence isn’t part of fate as silently we watch and wait and Try to be the lost and late – to everything we fear Trudging through the hardened snow the softness of our souls will show Like something better yet is always near I found a heart the same as mine it floated through the…

The wonderfully web footed weasel Was wondering wetly to town When all of a sudden an eagle Took ill and came nose diving down The weasel was late for Pilates But knew that the eagle was sore He stopped and offered Maltesers And they lay hand in hand on the floor. The following week a…

It was Sunday, Monday, doesn’t really matter Snail woke up and was covered in batter Chef looked down, said ‘What’s up mate?’ Snail screamed ‘Get me off this plate!’ Sometimes chef’s they make mistakes They chew your chips and lick your steaks But Snails are not someone to mess with This snail had been truly…

Whatever you might be doing now My veggie senses know somehow It cannot be of much importance When there’s a posh lion – arm wrestling a porpoise. His girlfriend’s there, but he tries to hide her (She fits quite neatly behind his cider) He struggles sliding left and right But in the end – gives…

The purple fish was drinking tea, The serpent drinking beer, Beside them sat the tortoise queen; A finger in her ear Although the finger was not hers She let it do its thing And when the panda bear appeared It pointed and said ‘sing!’ The panda dropped his shopping bags And smoothly shook his hips…