Bloody men are like bloody buses — You wait for about a year And as soon as one approaches your stop Two or three others appear. You look at them flashing their indicators, Offering you a ride. You’re trying to read the destinations, You haven’...
On Waterloo Bridge where we said our goodbyes, the weather conditions bring tears to my eyes. I wipe them away with a black woolly glove And try not to notice I've fallen in love On Waterloo Bridge I am trying to think: This is nothing. you're high o...
The day he moved out was terrible – That evening she went through hell. His absence wasn’t a problem But the corkscrew had gone as well.
Write to amuse? What an appalling suggestion! I write to make people anxious and miserable and to worsen their indigestion.
