I can prove nothing
Quod erat demonstrandum.
A contradiction
I can prove nothing
Quod erat demonstrandum.
A contradiction
Bright sun chitted spuds
Have leaves above ground level;
Below lies white gold
It’s late in the day fast approaching the time when it will be Mother’s day no more. So with that in mind I have a few more words.
Mother and her son
We never saw eye-to-eye
Difference in height!
I was born July
nineteenth, four-twenty a.m.
thank you Mum, (and dad).
Is he Don the Con?
Or, can it possibly be,
The Lord of the Lies?
Don the Con, You are
just another Blowhard.
swampland’s Moby Dick.
Mozart had big balls
Bigger than Haydn or Brahms
He sold more tickets!
Ashley the Smoker
Part of Starlight Express, Rail cars.
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Mozart’s Divertimento No.15 – adagio
Time to reflect on
the situation at hand.
are you enjoying?
Adante; Going.
But where? I will follow you.
Or shall I lead you?
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