Broken Hams and Other Such Things

Colloquial misinformation spreading throughout the network
My network
Your network

Slipping down to a sipping pace and casting off into yonder

I sit around all year in a calm setting of a precipitous aching cliff face

Write to me at Christmas time - were the words it wrote as its face slewed away

I have impeccable behaviour as a hoover falls downwards throughout space and time calling out my name in vacuous tones

Cold, so cold you have already won, I donít know that one, or do I?

Climbing up into the sun

My sun
Your sun
The sun?

Cranberries are magnificent this time of year and they are so dear to my turtled heart

Inside an old fireplace scrubbing away the witchesí face into the entrance to the wards

There canít be much left to pickle for it is only Thursday last week yesterday

I am sure of everything through my acute good sunburnt looks

Broking hams in old shopping trolleys falling into Australia

Good day mate, welcome to Texas Australia

Now give me something to smoke!
Written by GN101 (Grandfather Nebulous)
Author's Note
Taken from Sire Silinghamn's Emancipated Chrono-Cosmological Vicarious Tome of Versifications.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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