WINDSOCKS

I knew a guy called Rooney

who dined out on the prunes

you’d be certain it was Rooney

because of all the fumes – I also

knew a Larter who overdosed

baked beans – if seated next to

either, punters turned bright green.

Both studied grim germ warfare

and served in our defence – I heard

they were big noises in a hush-hush

regiment – I can’t divulge locations

without their signed consents, but

you’d know about their whereabouts

if downwind from their scents. What?

(How do you mean I shouldn't say things

like prunes and baked beans - they're

very good for you and high fibre too.)

 

◄ LETTERS FROM THE SURGERY

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Don Matthews

Mon 18th Nov 2019 21:41

This is really smelly stuff
Philipos my friend
Sets poetic tone for WOL
Coming out one's end

Hannah, you pushed me into saying this

😎

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Hannah Collins

Mon 18th Nov 2019 21:14

Great stuff.

Hannah

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