Porky's Garden of Eloquence

So twice five miles of fertile ground/ With walls and towers were girdled round/ And there was Porky's Garden bright with sinuous rills/ Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree/ And here were forests ancient as the hills/ Enfolding sunny spots of wankery.

Monday, July 24, 2006

A Message I Received Today on the Street from a Homelessman

First came angry muttering: "You gonna pay. You don't know it yet, but you gonna pay."

Then, singing at maximum volume: "YOU BEST BELIEVE! YOU BEST BUH-LEE-EEE-EEVE!"

I clutched my copy of Cyril Mango's Byzantium close to my body, broke eye contact, and quickened my pace.

posted by Dr. Anatole Gavage-Huskanoy | 8:42 PM

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