Thursday, August 2, 2007



“Throw me over a towel!” called his wife from the shower,
As she poked her fat face round the door.
So he picked her up roughly and threw her with power
Right over a towel on the floor.


“What have you got in the way of bread?”
I asked my baker today.
“Nothing at all. Look there,” he said,
“There’s nothing at all in the way,”

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