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Wednesday, June 04, 2008

The world's in rhyme

Bad news for Mr. Constantine, one of the customers at Panama Street Library. He's very fond of lorries and every week or so he brings a poem about lorries for the girls at the library to have a look at (he hasn't found a rhyme for Eddie Stobart yet).

Unfortunately for Mr. Constantine, the Leader of the poetry group there — a lady of a certain age and forceful character — has got wind of this. So delighted is she by the idea of getting a man into her group that she's virtually stalking the poor beggar.

"I can't even go to the chemists without me balaclava helmet on."

1 comment:

The Topiary Cow said...

Poems about lorries, eh?

Cow kind of agrees that he should contribute his genius to the Poetry Group.....