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Tag Archives: Humour
Remains of the day
A big box of chocolates sits on my desk, We had eaten enough that they’d last… So on Boxing Day, in a decadent move, I could use them for breaking my fast. There’ll be turkey sandwiches, cake and mince pies … Continue reading
A Sweet Dilemma
I go to the supermarket as seldom as possible at the best of times… and the run-up to Christmas does not constitute the best of times by any stretch of the imagination. Head down, I charged to the pharmacy aisle … Continue reading
Posted in Christmas, food
Tagged excuses, good fortune, good luck, Humour, mince pies, sophistry, superstition, tradition
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Chapter Five: ThreeLegs ~ from Usual Muttwits
Βία awakes to the tap-tap-tap of Freddy’s stick against her cage. The stick continues past, tap-tap-tapping towards Scroggy’s and stops. “roytthen” Freddy open the cage door “out!” Scroggy pushes himself right into the back of the cage, trembling not the … Continue reading
Chapter Four: ThreeLegs ~ from Usual Muttwits
Vexed, I’m very vexed ThreeLegs considers his state of mind, that place where all thoughts of noshing, eightleggers and sniffing live in a perpetual mush between the earflaps. And thinking about noshing, Threelegs’ belly reminds him he’s missing out on … Continue reading
Chapter Three: ThreeLegs ~ from Usual Muttwits
One! announces ThreeLegs, eyeballing Βία up and down and all overs before lurching on. Two! he starts along the cages, carefully counting off three…and four… until he reaches number five. He stops, checking the five toes of his one front … Continue reading
Chapter Two: ThreeLegs from Usual Muttwits
Listen up fellas, it’s all about power and speed sez Shadow, the black German Shepherd PD. Uh-huh mutters Jax, the black and tan other German Shepherd PD. ..and intellectuals Oh-ah Right, coz timing is every– Thought yu said it was … Continue reading
Spyder
I just wanted to get a quick shower But decided ablutions can wait There’s the spider from hell in my bathtub He’s the size of a small dinner plate. He was fine when he lived in the kitchen, And I … Continue reading
Chapter One: ThreeLegs… from Usual Muttwits
Supervising kidnapped doggies at Freddy’s Farm is rewarding work, so sez Checkers. Until his three paws are turned upside down by a gorgeous ex-racing greyhound. Fourlegs love is cruel. Cast out, broken-hearted, and surrounded by enemies, he’s gotta snifz out … Continue reading
Quick Pint at the Pig and Ferret Pub ~ Usual Muttwits
“Checkers? Who’s askin’ then? Useless mutt. Was normal when ‘e ‘ad four pins, lyk, but now..? There’s a reason I never bring him down the P and F. Three legs! Enough to put yuz off your pint and scratchlings, init! … Continue reading
Homage
It was Albert that started the problem, With his ill-fated ‘osses ‘ead stick And Wallace, the somnolent lion, Who swallowed the lad double quick. I grew up on Marriott Edgar, And the musket Sam wouldn’t pick up, And Lady Jane’s … Continue reading
Posted in Books, History, Humour, Life, Love and Laughter, Poetry
Tagged Books, Humour, Life, marriot edgar, monologue, Poetry, the lion and albert
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