Unassuming Haiku Musings
Wild and Crazy Nights
Wilde’s midnight portrait— his corrupted private self paints the grey away.
Wilde’s midnight portrait— his corrupted private self paints the grey away.
My primitive thoughts: "Me think funny words. Make laughs." (They're still evolving.)
Greensleeves, oh green sleeves, elbows awash in green tea. Tis a beastly pot.
On the trivial matter of Pinching & Punching “If it breathes of gin, keep it in; if it reeks of turd, chuck it to the kerb.