We are all a bit hung-over and silly today, after a night out in China Town. In Grace’s case, it was actually a Chinese in her friend’s living room, but the fumes from the others are making her feel like she was out boozing too.
To stimulate our creative juices, we have had a creative writing competition. At the moment, Martin is winning, although the competition isn’t up to much. Here is his latest effort:
Mart who was good at art did a fart,
it shot out like a dart and even powered his go kart!
grace who’s laugh was a disgrace,
couldn’t stop the noise coming from her face,
it squealed and lacked some bass,
but all in all her laugh was ace!
kate’s my mate, we even have a similar plate,
i once took her on a rubbish date, i wasn’t late it was just fate,
she didn’t take my bait, maybe I’m just punching above my weight?
scott makes me laugh a lot, I think because maybe he smokes pot,
he likes grunting at big botts, he pinched mine once,
I said, “I’d rather not” he said “what!”
i think it’s best forgot