Another one for the quintessential English fruit bowl
One bird in hand
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So many children frozen in their shells. Who daren’t get near the hearth lest their frostbitten hearts and minds thaw. So much pain in that melting.
Awful Business
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Don’t get pencilled in for a meeting with one of them.
Buck Codgers and the Carpet Slippers of Time
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SciFi. Only in verse. Sort of.
Hallaç
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About a time when they still used to fluff quilts up with a bow and a mallet
IS151b or The Quintessential English Fruit Bowl
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Collaboration with the artist Shelagh Fenner
As deep as they get
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This is some years old and, in the best tradition of black humour, improbable. Or so I thought. Then, there was that fella who found himself stuck in a hole in a car park in Devon not so long ago…
Don’t bite the hand that feeds you
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Started as a ditty and got out of hand.
Grey Trunks
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This lot have much in common with the squirrel.
Of a parting oft rehearsed, once performed
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I was never a barrel of laughs, but this takes the biscuit