Showing posts with label not prose. Show all posts
Showing posts with label not prose. Show all posts

Thursday, 14 June 2007

fact

the zoo
smells
like poo.

Tuesday, 12 June 2007

oh, to be in england

when the day drags
and conversation flags
there's a place i'd rather be:
where the weather's chilly and cloudy
and the people aren't chummy or sunny,
where hope
disappears like smoke
up the chimney
and away over the rooftops...