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Having lunch in a dodgy café in Camden, London

A younge rapscallion named Jack Sat on the edge of a sack Flat was the sack upon which Jack sat Tit over arse, front land flat Jack felt a right t..

There was a young lady called Godiva, Who thought she'd lost her horse Delighted squeals revealed the eels between her legs but when she looked dow..

From an English translation of an African folk story, and then condensed by me�

Dedicated to Ivor Cutler

Hanging out in Camden

An experience in that moment when time becomes meaningless�

I met a fair maid on the beach of a foreign shore but a lady she was, I was not sure for where legs, counting two, should have been silver scales a..

A tale of menstruation and infidelity

When you woke this morning You must have wondered What that space was Between your legs Well it wasn’t me