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‘hub’

‘hub’

At the centre of the Universe

there is a tiny little thing

called ‘hub’.

This thing, called ‘hub’

I just can’t get enough

information about it.

If you have any knowledge

you could loan me

I would be only too happy to receive it.

Thank you

in anticipation.

G:)

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Starch Art

Starch Art

What is this Starch Art that I hear of?

How does that work?

I thought that Starch was just for stiffening stuff;

and I haven’t seen any Starch Art in the galleries that I haven’t frequently frequented.

Perhaps it’s very minimalist,

or just not that good.

Maybe it’s a new thing

that hasn’t been about that long.

Who knows?

I don’t – and I’m a Leo.

Shabb-a-lab-a-lab-a-lee!

Shabb-a-lab-a-lab-a-lee!

I wrote a song for you

I’ll sing it wrong for you

And much too long for you.

It won’t be the best song

that you’ve ever heard

not even the second or third

but, it will be

the best song by me

named ‘Shabb-a-lab-a-lab-a-lee!’

Shabb-a-lab-a-lab-lee!

Shabb-a-lab-a-lab-lee!

Shabb-a-lab-a-lab-lee!

I dress for you

quiet Shabb-a-lab-a-lab-a-lee.

The Zing in May

The Zing in May

The Zing

in May

is a wonderful thing;

quite literally

it is

a May Zing!

“One Pun Too Few?”

“One Pun Too Few?”

“We live in the “Duchy”not the “Ducky’” i said.

But, he was still chortling over “The Duckys!” comment that he had overused to the point of distraction.

That’s the thing about Grae, he never quite knows when a joke has gone past it’s ‘Best by…’ date. And ‘Use before…’ also, makes little sense to him.

No wonder he is often greeted by the blank stares of incomprehension, and then had to climb up them, reaching the very top, only to find, that at the bottom of the stares had been the place to stop.

And on with the next pun, please.

“Man goes, in a fruit shop….”

Syd and Harry.

Syd and Harry.

“Let’s play Sardines!” said Syd.

“Don’t be a Pilchard, Syd!” said Harry. “You know the trouble we had the last time we played it.”

Syd looked glum. “I know; but, can’t we put it to a vote, Harry?” he asked.

“Sure!” said Harry. “Okay, Everybody! Hands up who wants to play ‘Sardines’!“

Not a hand went up.

“See, Syd?” Said Harry. “Nobody wants to play Sardines.”

Syd looked even glummer.

They all carried on with their game of kiss-chase.

Sometime later, Syd caught up with Harry, and with a quizzical look, he said: “Harry? Fish don’t have hands!”

Harry smiled. “True, Syd; but, I ask you this, where do fish fingers come from?”

Harry swam off to the other end of the aquarium, bubbling with laughter.

Syd huddled in his corner, slowly mulling over one of life’s big questions.

“Ain’t no easy way to write a Haiku!”

“Ain’t no easy way to write a Haiku!”

Seventeen words

In three syllables

how hard is that?

Ah! Not that easy

Perhaps I need to practice

or I’ll get it wrong.

Seventeen Syllables?

I made a Rookie error

In my adding up.

Okay, you may laugh!

Not trying to be funny,

just writing Haiku.

What? About ‘Nature’?

The Haiku speaks of ‘Nature’?

Birds, trees, lakes and stuff?

So all mine are wrong?

They are more like ‘Sen-r-yu?

Like ‘bad’ Sen-r-yu?

Well here goes nothing:

The Sun rises in the East

and we give our praise.

Better? Well, thank you.

If only I could practice?

I’ll think about it.