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I parked my camel on the grass VERGE
while I went off to buy some PUTTY.
When I returned someone had pasted an irate sign on the CAMEL, handwritten, in large, red letters: Camels Are Not Permitted on the GRASS! 

My VISOR has lost a RIVET –
CEASE your warfare till I’m AFOOT again.
It’s CRUEL to attack when my blood BLENDs
with the LIVID scars you’ve SPIED from previous battles.

I could never get past the third or fourth of COVEY’s
seven habits. After my mind and psyche were AWASH
with all the highly effective people’S TALK,
I, being highly ineffective, had to take a BREAK.   

The
POLAR skull is a well-known phenomenon to
THOSE who spend time in the Antarctic cold. Your
SKULL thinks the skin, voiding its place, has gone on a
SPREE, gone AWOL, gone shopping where warmth is sold.           

The SPRIG of heather I hold barely weighs an OUNCE, it’s
picked from the purple FROCK spread on the hillside WHOLE.
Morning LIGHT shines from a TURBO-charged sunrise,
POSITs encircling calm to the wind’s weathering WHINE.      

WHOSE super shark fable is this I’ve just read? A
FABLE about a shark who’s super is rare – and supportive of
SHARKs, whose superpowers are not entirely a fable.
SUPER! I’ll encourage my children, whose tastes are wide, to read about this super shark.

Okay, mate, I’ve fixed the MOTOR –
there, on that shelf, I found some old EPOXY.
[grins] Wish it was as easy to fix the HEART
and make that ancient ticker GODLY.       

PARRY (Hubert, that is) was a 19th century top composer of
CHOIR music. Whether he frowned upon the use of
TUBAL instruments – the serpent and nagphani come to mind – we don’t know; his
PRIORity was the voice, solo or in harmony.

ADMIN wants you to try out this
BRAND of soap for a week; their
FAITH in Advertising, who prefer dry to
MOIST toiletries, has gone downhill rapidly.

The
TRIAD in the pop song from my childhood, which at best must be called a
DITTY, is a constant, the other chords pulled back to it repeatedly, like me to
SUGAR in my overall diet. A few weeks dry and I fall off the wagon. FIBRE I eat aplenty, but sugar is an earworm of a ditty… Continue reading Like as to like