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Wednesday 24 April 2019
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The Meaning Of Liff
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DAMNAGLAUR (n.)
A certain facial expression which actors are required to demonstrate their mastery of before they are allowed to play Macbeth.

I Never Knew That
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Ten radishes only contain eight calories




Poem Of The Day
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The Pain Of Writing Shite
(Kate)

As I sit at my typewriter 
I think my prose is getting shiter. 
I don't know what I'm going to do 
To stop my verse from being so poo. 

Perhaps if I disappear mysteriously 
Then my poems would be taken seriously. 
If I vanished in a purple fart 
Maybe they'd appreciate my subtle art. 
But what can I do 
About the poo 
That comes out of my head 
Instead 
Of good stuff? 

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dearie me. 
Why do my poems smell of wee? 
Why are they crappy and shitty and inane? 
Why haven't I got a normal brain? 
Is it because I'm quite insane? 
Is that why I suffer so much literary pain? 

People think that it is easy 
Writing poetry that's cheesy. 
Writing stories that make no sense 
Makes me feel very tense. 
My heart is that of a noble bard, 
Not a block of lard! 
So, why is it that whenever I try 
To write a piece that will make them cry 
And wish that they were dead, 
Shite comes out instead? 

Will I never, ever, ever 
Compose a best seller? 
Will I never write a book? 
Will I never get a . . . 

No. 
This is getting silly. 
I must stick to the point. 
Oh dear, 
There isn't one. 


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