My sister Caroline: 'Can you save all your poetry please? So that when you die an old lady at 87 (random) we can all sell your work and make a fortune?'
Charming! Also, I see a slight technical problem there, dear sister...you'll be 94 at the time.
And as a side note, I'd quite like to make the fortune from them myself before that! Who wants to be my agent and publish my stories and poems for free? Anyone?
No?
Bollocks.
The universe: 'Maybe you should actually start sending some of your work off to people again. That might help, you actual twat!'
2 comments:
Poems? poems? where for art thou poems?
You would of thought that a blog would be an ideal place to start plonking them onto, to give us all a glimpse, an inside, an outright belly whopper of a chuckle (well, you never know?) at some of this stuff.
So get posting! Or do we have to pay a small fee, like a bag o' sweets maybe? maybe your just a hard cash kinda girl, who'll only end up buying a carpet and making trousers to match your curtain jacket and new flannel top with the proceeds?......Sometimes, i wonder if i go a bit too far....;-p
Yes Sir Mouse, Poems. To read some all you have to do is ask, you know! And you are welcome to laugh at them, a reaction is better than no reaction I suppose...? I don't know if I believe that.
You don't have to pay but you're welcome to send some sweets my way. Just because. And that top looks nothing like a flannel you ACTUAL weirdo!
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