The Wedding Guest
She flew in from America
To be with us that day,
We'd no idea who she was
But didn't like to say.
Friday 13th December 2024 2:49 am
The Separation
My shadow and I have decided to split
We're getting in each other's way;
For several months now he's wanted to quit,
He says I'm a boring old stay-at-home git,
Without the ambition, the courage, or wit,
To ever make anything pay.
He says when his servitude's over and done
He's gonna live life on a whim,
He wants to make most of his time in the sun,
Meet beautiful women and...
Sunday 8th December 2024 4:19 am
Against Loneliness
I married my brother's widow,
How depressing.
Aged 76
And still getting his hand-me-downs.
Wednesday 12th June 2024 1:54 am
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