Friday, 17 July 2026

Barbecues I never had

If I was a dad
I'd have the Best Dad Ever written on my
big golden daddy of a mug
and glug my tea out of it
make it extra sweet, just like me

If I was a dad
I'd be the best dad those kids ever had
make my own five-a-side team
we'll go boy boy girl girl boy
then I think we'd better stop there

If I was a dad
I'd bring home the bacon,
I'd win the bread
but you can't drive my car,
you won't get in my head

If I was a dad
I'd be the kind of dad that gave the other dads
a good run for their money
keep them on their toes
put them in their place
to be fair. I'd be a very fair dad
up to a point and you'll never
be sure where that point begins
or ends

If I was a dad
you could be my wife and you'd love
every minute of our life, I swear
I'd treat you like a princess
unless you disappointed me in any number of ways
and then you'd see
a very different side of me

If I was a dad
I'd enjoy a laugh as much as the next man
but if you mistake that for weakness
you'll discover I'm not
the forget and forgiving kind

I'll be very firm but very fair
justice must be seen to be done
no one comes at the daddy

If I was a dad
I'd be all for equal rights but
at the same time
I will wear the trousers
and I will wear the pants
it's not so complicado
this daddy's numero uno

Tavern Legend

 You're fired

-SLAM!-

Help her?

- Thank you!

- I am completely drenched

a Towel b Comb c Sponge

- I'm feeling better.

- I still feel very cold.

a Match b Clothes c Hot Water

Interesting...

- I want to drink something hot.

a Hot Tea b Ice Drink c Hot Milk

- Are you serious?

- You don't really want to help me.

Interested ✓ Not interested? x

Install

Choose your own adventure

Wouldn't you submit to the lioness
prowling in her pearl dress
present yourself seasoned and
diced for her delectation if
she only possessed the
unfurled
inclination
of the unreasonable

Saturday, 11 July 2026

Standard Pause Notation

Admiration for Linguistic Stillness
Suspicion of Performative Gestures

        minor cessation (;)

Bring forth the Chronometer of Gaps
Discard the Chronometric Spectroscope

        emphatic hush (_)

Unshackle your Percussive Oscillator
Consult the Gazetteer of Gaps

Do not commit Chthonic Signage heresy
The Petrified Whisper is a lie

        perceptual void (∅)

Begone ye geosymbolists, retire
to your Obsidian Depths

        calibrated lapse (◬)

Medical Emergency Song

I got a sebaceous cyst
a lump as big as your fist
got so much sebum it makes me sick
dome-shaped bump, and really thick

I require medical attention
cause my life's in suspension
my oil-producing gland
is really getting out of hand

Sebaceous
it stops me being flirtatious
sebaceous
full of pus and capacious

Sebaceous cyst
I've never been kissed
sebaceous cyst
do you get the gist
sebaceous cyst
you won't be missed
sebaceous cyst
you're not on my shopping list

It's a source of distress
a cause of some tenderness
it's an epidermoid issue
and I really won't miss you
when you're surgically excised
I'll feel more civilized
farewell keratin protein
no more skin like a baked bean

Sebaceous
oh how to stop it
sebaceous
you better not pop it


Ximhart xo Xantaven (1980)

 Xor xi xyor xansar

      xedoprah xingtab xolokning

xrak xoffe xincea xargo

xuvvakra xeelgo xaarpo xybe xefels

      xissnaa xibbotah


xyo xanna xamak - xingbat -

xaam xoonor xohxex xorgle

      xexi xubble xatt xraxak

            - xubxab -


xohxex xararu xublut

      (xurla xorkral)

xwepgo xax xijnab

      (xiffer xoober)

xanderxoon xin xassfapooha


xamuro xip xuplugg

      xodro xratbee

xohxex xiste xantena xaura

      xok xakamara

xak xes xing xyo


xorfa xo xamo xaxilling

      xrof xelango xo xymo

      xraxax xak xodron

xarxa ximhart xo xantaven


All the Trimmings

Joe hadn't spoken to anyone in three months
weekends shut in, and now the festive period
was crawling into view
with dread in its locks and bleakness in his house

Joe forced himself to go for a walk,
on such a cold and winter's day,
down to St Luke's
he would never venture inside,
he wasn't that desperate
but there was a glowing structure in the grounds
strangely alluring in the afternoon gloom
maybe a nativity scene
it couldn't hurt to take a closer look
find some minor amusement at the tableau
of angels and farmyard animals

Joe was too close to turn back when he realised
it was just a hut selling Christmas trees
'Can I help you mate?'
for Christ's sake he couldn't just leave
and he wasn't in the market for a
mansized fir companion
'Last few remaining mate, I can do you
a very reasonable deal'

Joe opened his voice and tried to explain
his vision of the nativity and
how he didn't really celebrate Christmas
'I get it mate, I really do. We should
focus on the core message and ignore all
the modern sideshow. Even I can see that.
Tenner each though. All gotta go.'

Joe lugs his mansized fir companion
back up the road. Might as well
buy a turkey now