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  • >Today

    > Nothing to see – A poem by Stegzy Gnomepants No Giant bats Nor Mutant cats or Flying mats Nothing much has happened There’s been no riots To disturb the quiets Nor changes in diets Nothing much has happened It’s deadly boring You can hear me snoring We’re getting some flooring On Tuesday But until…

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  • >Poo Hem

    > Gravy – A devotion to food by Stegzy Gnomepants Gravy Gravy Give me a mouthful do I’m all cravey Love for that hot brown goo I’d drink it from a tub They should sell it at the pub With lumps and bits I’d rub it on my tits Just a jugful of gravy ooooh…

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  • > The Man in the Window (The Tree Part II) – A crap poem by T’gnomepants Hello Can you see Hello Look at me Hello I’ve got birds in my arms Hello Look at my charms Hello I’m a bit chilly Hello I’m brown and look silly Hello I’m the tree Hello With wavy about…

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  • The Tree – Another bloody awful poem by Stegzy Gnomepants (aged 34 and a half) I see you waving At me through the window pale Across the crazy paving I see your arms flail With every breath of air And every shake of wind You wave and I despair Like tuna, old and tinned You…

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  • > The Tree – Another bloody awful poem by Stegzy Gnomepants (aged 34 and a half) I see you waving At me through the window pale Across the crazy paving I see your arms flail With every breath of air And every shake of wind You wave and I despair Like tuna, old and tinned…

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  • The Postman

    Here comes the postman Walking down the lane What wonders he carries in his sack Multicoloured envelopes Brown and even plain Giros and Postal orders Parcels and bills Repeat prescriptions for next door So they can get their pills Letters from the bank Letters from afar Subscriptions to magazines Offers for a car Bulging with…

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  • Chocolate

    I am Tolberone. Unusually shaped, highly addictive, hard to bite and no soft centre. What chocolate would you be?

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  • >The Postman

    > Here comes the postman Walking down the lane What wonders he carries in his sack Multicoloured envelopes Brown and even plain Giros and Postal orders Parcels and bills Repeat prescriptions for next door So they can get their pills Letters from the bank Letters from afar Subscriptions to magazines Offers for a car Bulging…

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  • Pudding

    I am treacle sponge pudding with custard. Sickly sweet, sticky and gingery. What pudding are you?

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  • Shh!

    Woman complains about noise from church bells after 3 hour bell ringing festival

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