The Good Lord's Objects |
The good lord has a hat, Therein, he keeps some keys. They open 17 locked barrels, containing several thousand bees. The good lord has a trophy, thererin, he keeps some gems. He found them forty years...
Posted by David John-Gregory on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 02:03:00 PST |
There Are Flocks Of Things In The Garden |
"There are flocks of things in the garden", My little sister said unto me, "They float, hover and dance, And they hunt in packs of three." "Creatures walking with nine legs, Riding in the wheelbarrow,...
Posted by David John-Gregory on Mon, 08 Jan 2007 07:15:00 PST |
A Crowded Christmas |
This morning I woke to a low murmur resonating from behind my bedroom door, once fully awake I left my quarters and marched down the landing to see what was making such a din. A large group of people ...
Posted by David John-Gregory on Sat, 30 Dec 2006 07:29:00 PST |
The Unfortunate Birds Residing In Devon (Pt 2) |
In Devon, they blame crime on starlings,and use beaks to 'pebbledash' their houses.In Devon, men like to fight cockatoosand women wear feather blouses. In Devon, children are encouraged to take up spo...
Posted by David John-Gregory on Sun, 12 Nov 2006 07:18:00 PST |
The Unfortunate Birds Residing In Devon (Pt 1) |
In Devon, they dress crows in wedding dressesand make them marry gentlemen's dogs.In Devon, rare birds are caught and weighed down, and are made to run long country jogs. In Devon, they throw shoes at...
Posted by David John-Gregory on Tue, 31 Oct 2006 07:14:00 PST |
"A Masterpiece Painted On My Knee" |
I have in my possession a series of items, which I believe to be of certain value. Most of them aren't of obvious material value, but of a more personal value. The items are wrapped in old, crumbling ...
Posted by David John-Gregory on Thu, 05 Oct 2006 03:03:00 PST |
Mr Stamp's Doorknobs. |
Mr Stamps was a bad man, he liked to smoke expensive cigars. Mr Stamps liked to break taps, and paint over valuable Renoir's. He liked to puncture ambulance's tires, and set fire to first aid kits....
Posted by David John-Gregory on Sun, 01 Oct 2006 07:08:00 PST |
Haunted By A Teabag |
I'll never forget the first time the teabag visited me, it was a summer night, and the light never really faded through the windows until about 9 or even 10. I needed an early night, but I couldn't sl...
Posted by David John-Gregory on Sun, 03 Sep 2006 04:45:00 PST |
The Time Travelling Carousel |
If the carousel were spinning so that the outer edge of the carousel moved at nearly the speed of light, then time would appear to slow down for people on the carousel.
When the carousel riders looke...
Posted by David John-Gregory on Wed, 28 Jun 2006 03:44:00 PST |
A Paper Trinket For You To Wear |
Cheer Up Ye Goth...
Posted by David John-Gregory on Thu, 22 Jun 2006 06:43:00 PST |
