The Clog

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

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