Wrinkly Lines

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The very talented @sillineysarah (Sarah Carroll) somehow managed to convince me to sing and dance for her.

I never claimed to be a singer or a dancer. If fact, anyone who has seen me attempt either will testify that this not as bad as usual.

It is a parody of the Robin Thicke explicit video for “Blurred Lines” which can be found on Vimeo and is basically the same but with naked models roaming around.

Please watch our version and like/share/tweet etc on Twitter/FaceBook/Down At The Library. If not to make me feel a little less humiliated, then for Sarah as she deserves a lot of credit for the things that she does.

Thank you.

Winners Take A Fall.

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Winners Take A Fall.

Jimmy Tarbuck, Rolf Harris and Stuart Hall.

We’ve rightly, had enough of them all.

We feel bile in our oesophagus,

We don’t want them on top of us.

If Jim didn’t fix it for you, close call.

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Tony Cascarhymo

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After a busy morning, I decided that I didn’t have the time to write a poem today. However, while listening to Sean Moncrieff on Newstalk in Ireland, he issued a challenge to write a limerick about Tony Cascarino. I couldn’t refuse. I wrote one and sent it in but Sean happily told the audience that all of the entries were rubbish. I steeled myself, and wrote one more. It is probably still rubbish, but I figured it would do as my poem of the day.

Tony Cascarhymo

There was a footy legend, Cascarino,
After training, he enjoyed a large glass of vino.
On the pitch he was a joker,
Now he’s moved on to poker,
He gets his kicks fleecing mugs in the casino.
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I doubt it will win any competition, but there we go.

NetFlixitis

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imagesToday’s poem. I am not sure how long I will keep up the poetry. Although it IS brilliant, I am not at the whim of my fan(s).

NetFlixitis.

I don’t care what my friends say,

I don’t need something like NetFlix.

I’d be better served to spend my time,

Growing another appendix.