Every so often I get an email from a man calling himself P G Heron. This mysterious character sends me poetry which is clearly the product of a dilated anterior fundus, no doubt brought on by excessive consumption of eggnog. If you wish to read on do be aware that by doing so you risk your eyes turning into soil.
Tuesday 7 August 2012
Cerumbrella
I fingered a fat girl In Maryland Chicken Her fat, greasy nose Was ripe for the pickin' I stuck up my arm Right into her brain I pulled up inside As it started to rain
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