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.”
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