Suns are more powerful than guns.
A son of a gun is an old-fashioned expression.
A sun gun would probably fire flares.
Who dares wins, but who cares who wins?
A fish ‘wins’ when it finds its fins in water—
A fish with a daughter until a fisherman caught her.
‘Fisherman’s Friends’ are no friends of mine,
Disgusting lozenges tasting worse than brine,
Give one to a bratty kid to make them whine.
Would Marvin Gaye have heard something else,
Had Tarzan been on the grapevine?
Free association styled prose from Julian Cloran, visual artist, writer, poet and agent provocateur. Random musings, which are sometimes cynical, but always intended for amusement, stimulation and entertainment. Comments are welcomed so don't be shy. Simply click on 'comments' to post yours.
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