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None of the animals will talk to you. Your best friend is not a cricket. Your hair...

Rosemary McLeish is an outsider artist and poet. She is 72 years old and has...

Your fairy godmother hasn’t a clue. One of your sisters is wicked, but the other one’s...

He got me into trouble before the second date - a lustful, careless coupling against the garden gate. He...

The kumquat sobbed upon the shelf, A fruit somewhat benighted, Despite the verse he sent his love, His...

Clog  In search of worthy epithet to praise the lovely clog, The poet’s mind went AWOL in...

(with apologies to Lewis Carroll and Old Father William) Said the doctor: My goodness. My gracious! That...

Henry's Mum was making tea when the Headmaster telephoned: ‘There's been an accident in Biology - I'm afraid...