The Jasper Club

Slowly the clock of my sanity prowls the halls of pune, poking the badgers of reason into clusters and sweeping them down the stairs. Hardly lit corners of circular rooms can't fill up with dust in this wind you know.

I wonder
is there deference
between
Paris Clinton
and
Hilary Hilton
?

O, Jasper, Jasper, wherefore art thou Jasper?
Deny thy otter and refuse thy paper clip dispenser
Or, if carnations wilt not, be but shorn my hairdresser
And I'll no longer be a catapult.

The Cows of Ka pie,
Have only one eye
And frequently walk into trees.

The blue Cows of Pounce
Can spit by the ounce.
And have a strong liking for cheese.

The Cows of Poltroon
Sing songs out of tune
And drive people quite round the bend

The Cows of Nuk Nall
Do precisely fuck all.
And that’s where my story must end.

Be oblong and have your knees removed.

If only I had the power,
to fold soup.
Or knit Fog.
I would be truly fit to live in this world.

was finding a human in the bathtub.

Sleep well blogland.

Pleasant dreams.

X

Ah Hektor, you lovely scrimmage of a man, thank you.
Unaccustomed as I am to public typing, I shall endeavour to convey the depth of feeling such heartfelt birthday greetings ...etc, etc.........
I am moved. In a nice way.

avrilo (from somewhere in a can of words) x

Happy Birthday to the one and only Queen of the Recipe, Those Living in Wooden Houses in Forests and, most importantly, Owning Blogs that do just what they say on the tin (I much preferred that old description).

To the wonderful, AVRILO.

With all sincerity.

Your friend.

Hektor.

Kerris was an octopus
Sir Harold was a 'gator.
They swam together hand in hand
Then Harold went and ate 'er.