Aristotle. King Charles 2nd . Samuel Pepys. The works of Mr Gary shakespeare, Sir Anthony Hancock. Mr Stephen Fry for being too clever for his own hood. Hoodies who are not really our enemy but are merely misunderstood and are in need of a hug from a thug. John Hedgley, Taxi drivers , sedan chair carriers.My Lord George Frederick Handel and most who partake in the noble arts and sciences
The music of the spheres. Fine madiera and long afternoon strolls in Vauxhall pleasure gardens. Staring down an ample cleavage. . . . . . Splendid.
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Wishing you a jolly good weekend Reverend! I am about to partake in the tradition of raising a glass of beer to my mouth and I shall say a hearty cheers to you!! Bertie.
Hello again Rev I trust you are in good stead. I bow sir to your command of the English language. The thing is I am truly bowled over by your talent. I suppose really what I want to say is who the fck are you? I have conferred with a few of my dearest confidents and If you are not a celeb then you damn well should be. I will show you mine if you show me yours? All the best Laurie
Broken dreams, Scattered rot, Illusions from non-ending, pulsing, heartfelt thought.
Hollow eyes, Repeated words, Death still shrieking, turning, churning lives absurd.
A rig of sorrow, A spoon of blend, A “know” For tomorrows’ happy, repeated, tortured, joyful end. A dawn of morning, A sky is blue and red To match the skidded crossroads With the colored, muddied, feelings of ahead.
With bodies perking and flaming feelings A mind within a mind is sitting with anguished, jerkings’ reeling.
A pissing, pouring, Steamy lump of shit, A garble and a rhyme of senseless, oozing, drooling, slimy spit.
No sense is sense. No pain is fucked! Enjoying all the depth of the shallow, mindless, dribble Of all the out of luck.
A twist of pleasant, A flirt to all at first, A tearful, piercing stare of blinded eyes to see among the versed.
The party’s over, The glory’s’ gone. All time is spent for squandered, unwritten feelings of a song.
A quiet piper, A slouch upon the curb, All feelings sharply numbed with the silence of unheard With death to always be the final, fucking word!
Dearest Reverend, I'm delighted with your words and so glad you like my renditon of "PUT IT ON YOUR EXPENSES!" It's a great honour coming from a gentleman of your monumental charm and esteem! I've just given a rendition at PM's question time in the House and ended up selling 1000 copies so now they all have it as the ringtone on their mobiles!! Have a great day! Bertie.
Hello Rev and thank you Speaking in the vernacular of the peasantry your stuff is fuckin fab ! pissed mi pants at the candlelit vid you old thespian you. Also discovered the Kunt guy through your page titillatingly tart. I could go on and on singing your praises but then it would be "Reverending" eheh...eh. All the best keep smiling Laurie
Nice one Tris, with Ted at the helm nowt can go wrong! Shame not everyone sees things your way, see some of the other comments on Mike's page, people can be so cruel!
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