Tuesday, 3 March 2009


BOCK is having a poetry evening.

I left this with him.

A flock of Obsks

From down in Nobsks

Hiked up to Bobsks

To look for jobsks

Then back to Nobsks

With sighs and sobsks

There were, in Bobsks,

No jobsks for Obsks.

Dr. Seuss.

It's getting like that. A pain in the knobsks!

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