Whilst on holiday in Cyprus I was like any good English girl Shagging myself through the island That was until I met a chap named Paul Who was hung like a deformed horse He took me to another dimension Wow wow and many times wow But I dropped him like brick And took Holy Orders…
I was hitching on the toad to Damascus Without much luck So I removed my panties And flashed for lifts This said I did not accept any offers As I live in a bungalow
I have invited Saul and Paul To my riverside studio I always paint in the nude Which appears to excite them As they are both fully erect Although I am quite tempted I scold them gently And note that we are here To create art and not babies
April and I often stay at Club 39 When we are in Greece I have just finished my book Angle Mort which is a thriller Set amongst the Greek Islands We have decided to rest here Before I start the sequel April is a boutique poet Who writes in several languages I wish I had…
Jibanananda’s life came to a sudden end by way of a road accident when he was only fifty five On 14 October 1954, he was crossing a road near Calcutta’s Deshapriya Park when he was hit by a tram Damn that tram Sam Damn that fucking tram
I have a friend Who will be hung tomorrow We have not known Each other for that long I have struck up A friendship with a mayfly We have not known Each other for that long
