Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts

Friday, 3 February 2017

Blondes, Short comic poem Benedict Brooke

Blondes have more fun Brunettes have the brains At least that’s what they say In fact, that ain’t true Blondes just think that they do! And what do they know, anyway?

Friday, 13 January 2017

Knowledge (By Benedict Brooke)

They asked the fool, amusedly,
As he fumbled for the door
“What do you want from tomorrow?
A drink, a fag, a whore?””

“The only thing that I require,”
He replied in some grief
“Is not to be called a liar,

And to know true belief.”