But What Was The Name Of That Flower…?
Rushing through the crowds Guardian Angels proud Some are talking loud But what was the name of that flower…? I thank the Lord above They love to follow me, these doves! But what was the name of that flower…? It’s not a tulip, nope, nor an orchid…Oh! But what was the name of that flower…?…
Arabian Nights through the Rainbow Specter
It’s so funny the way we Humans Believe that we are soo useless At learning a new Language Whilst gobbling those weird sausages. If Aminals can communicate Even through telepathy, From the Galapagos, to the U.S, Then… Why do we self sabotage? Repeating, again and again… “I am a Mess!” From the words of a…
Saturday Jokes Parade…
1. A young lad is dining with his in laws, and eagerly waiting for desserts to be served. At last he finds a relaxed couple of minutes to make a business proposition.- I have designed and patented the best garnment anybody could wish for.- Excellent! cries the host, tell us all about it, and how…
The toenails.
Winnie’s feet were not just the envy of all females who saw them, or the proof she was the ultimate alpha female that used her sexy paws like male’s fetishes to submit them, but the reflexologists delight who gave her a weekly free session while all her trauma escaped though him. Because, indeed, she collected…
After the Supermoon Jokes
1. A young man is at a pub.- Hey guys! I finally found my ideal soul mate! I am overjoyed!- That’s cool, says his friend. But what brings you to believe she’s your lifetime soul mate?- She’s the only bird I brought home in the past two years whom hasn’t been mauled by my pitbull!!!…
The Cheeky Little Squirrel
It’s the first, very welcomed heatwave in London, and I have been waiting for the bus for 4 minutes already. I wish someone would come up and chit chat to me. Just as I’m wishing, I feel something is grabbing my jeans. ” Maybe a rotten yob looking for trouble?” I look down. Nope, it’s…
Grass tastes better with sunglasses on!
A 94 year old Lady had just hopped onto the number 2 bus at Vauxhall. The bus is packed and it’s very hot. She stares funnily at a young yob who is singing to his headphones. Excuse me, young angel, aren’t you going to offer your seat to this reputable old Lady? The young lad…
Her February Melon Feast.
It was one of these chilly, mysterious Februaries. Katherine had taken the day off from her copywriting job to look after Stuart, her husband, who had woken up with a bleeding nose. – Is there anything I can get you from the mall, darling? – Oh, yes, yes, indeed! I want a full size ripe…
The Strange Land Of The East.
She was only in her twenties when she felt the call from the East Falling walls, technology booming, this was what she named a treat Towards the East and rucksack loaded, she decided to flee A life of monotony, overprotection, too much honey from the bees. Once the plane landed there, a smell of fresh…
Every Night….
Every night Martha wishes it were her last Heavy monuments are the look of her past She prays herself dead and enters a beautiful realm For her best friend and husband cheats on her like secret steam. She has also lost her job, savings and self esteem Her frenemy partner is funnily her most precious…
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