11 November 2006


This came to me while I was trying to get to sleep last night, probably inspired by Chris Morris' Jam monologues:
When in the sea your mother's brother falls,
and floats inert at mercy of the tides,
rising and falling as the currents bid,
          then bobs your uncle.
Hmm. I think it needs a second stanza.

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