the love affair continues

With Tim Walker

My chest hurts. It feels like a whole bunch of animals are going to jump out of it and run around, only to come back in when they are bored. Which reminded me a diddle I wrote once.

there’s a tiger in my mouth
He hides inside my bedroom,
Until I go to sleep.
But when I breathe in through my mouth,
That tiger takes a leap.
He stays in there for a day,
He grips onto my tongue,
He growls at all the passers by
It isn’t very fun!
The passers by, they yell at me
And beat me black and blue.
When he hops out, he thinks were friends.
He doesn’t have a clue.
As mad as I am at my tiger –
I still love him so.
Because he is my bestest friend,
I’ll never let him go.

.thanks for boobs.

.

when one of my nephews -who will

remain unnamed- was three he

loved touching boobs. eventually

my sister decided he was getting

a little bit old to be touching boobs.

so she told him it had to stop

and he cried:

"but I like boobs"

"because they're squishy"

we all like boobs don't we?

so because we couldn't

get a raffle licence:

This will just remain

an ode to boobs, their owners

and everybody else who

appreciates them.

-silly raffle licences-

boobsboobs

the first blog. the least words.
Image of the day.

Photograher: Tim Walker