This poem was written by a five year old
Jack Russell Terrier named Snickka, owned
by a comprehensively drunk homeless dyslectic
Inuit called Balderdash. I have a faint suspicion
it will clash with the sensitivities of many PH
readers as it doesn’t rhyme like a poem should,
and why would it as Snickka isn’t a poet’s arse!
Be that as it may, it is the last day for Snickka
to make a dash for cash and win an iPod, whatever
that is, by scorching in with 957 unique hits on her
home page. Except she doesn’t have one as she is
also homeless. But she wants you to know that she’s
in with a chance for the next round – whenever that is,
but she’d prefer to win a white collar with cute studs.
Next month – please look for her home page...
© 30 March 2007, I.D. Carswell
Jack Russell Terrier named Snickka, owned
by a comprehensively drunk homeless dyslectic
Inuit called Balderdash. I have a faint suspicion
it will clash with the sensitivities of many PH
readers as it doesn’t rhyme like a poem should,
and why would it as Snickka isn’t a poet’s arse!
Be that as it may, it is the last day for Snickka
to make a dash for cash and win an iPod, whatever
that is, by scorching in with 957 unique hits on her
home page. Except she doesn’t have one as she is
also homeless. But she wants you to know that she’s
in with a chance for the next round – whenever that is,
but she’d prefer to win a white collar with cute studs.
Next month – please look for her home page...
© 30 March 2007, I.D. Carswell
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