Because Phil has a blog and now I want one too! Also, like many other people I feel the need to validate my own experience by constantly updating my status. Except currently, this means writing in a notebook that no one else reads. So this is like my notebook online. With some of the more depressing bits removed (I'll try to keep my poems about feeling rubbish on Sundays to myself...)
See, this poem is about a duck! Ducks aren't depressing, right?
The quay
Brr-brr-brr
Brr-brr-brr
I cracked one eye open
Like a dragon
Guarding gold
Was it the phone?
No
It was a duck
Doing an impressive imitation
Of a phone.
4 Dec 2010
True story.
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