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This poem is an *IA Writing Competition (creative work category) entry. The Odours If I could be a pollies c*ck-up,Oh, which one would I choose?To bring disgrace upon my party,And wind up front page news. I’d like to think I’m not Barnaby,Writhing nonsense from a garden bed.I’d much prefer to be Lidia outside the strip club,Yelling […]
This poem is an *IA Writing Competition (creative work category) entry. Ye Old Nut Farm A whole bunch of old hacks full of life’s harm Came to converge at Ye Old Nut Farm “Gather ‘round peers!” one said to her friends “These are our fables, we’ll dictate the ends” The irony, of course, of the phrase […]