(After Shakespeare’s Sonnet XVIII) Shall I compare thee to a proper cook? Thou art more surly and more obdurate. By such rough winds our children’s guts are shook That summer hols have all too short a date. Sometime too hot thy curried mince doth taste, And globs of gristle often blight thy stew. Thy grease-slick [...]
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Lover boy
After Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130: My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun My lover boy is nothing like a ten, More like a two (I’m being generous). He’s got a face like Jerry crossed with Ben, His feet are rank, his farts are perilous. His eyes are bad; he cannot see a thing, And often [...]
Leo consults the oracle
It was hot and dark on the thirteenth floor of the block of council flats. Leo, inappropriately dressed in a long black trench coat and a pair of wraparound sunglasses, sat in the cramped waiting room and er… waited. The walls of the room were tinged a sickly green, as were the carpet, the coffee [...]
