Good to read from ye again, Niner.
789: Niner ate Strauss?!...
Ye might be on a roll - a toilet roll - but methinks yer plumbing the depths, Mr Dawg.
(And I have misgivings about YC too, Strauus.)
Niner: Hey, Tony
Tony: Neigh, Niner - never eat it
Good to read from ye again, Niner.
789: Niner ate Strauss?!...
Ye might be on a roll - a toilet roll - but methinks yer plumbing the depths, Mr Dawg.
(And I have misgivings about YC too, Strauus.)
Niner: Hey, Tony
Tony: Neigh, Niner - never eat it
thank you niner .... your acknowledgenment of one of my prime time old fart jokes is greatly appreciated .... you are clearly a man(?) of discenment and taste ... and much sought after it would seem
Not even my poetry is as bad as the Vogons', Nutrax! (Still, it is not unknown for me to contribute to H2G2.)
A collage, sweet Nutrax - I'd write more but I fear your appetite may sicken.
It was a bright, cold day in April
April is the cruellest month
But some thought it a queer, sultry summer
It was the worst of times
So said Sylvia to Miller
Arthur not Henry, one hears
We have only what we remember
Said Ted
Only last week I sent BBC Radio 4's Poetry Please (this is a radio programme about horse racing) a poem about how intelligent I was after they asked for Haikus from listeners.