December 2011
“Be fearful of mediocrity”
– Jonathon Ellery
As my vision blurs,
I can make out,
In the shape of an elephant,
An enormous puddle
Swirling, grey and abstract.
Maybe a panda, an ape,
Or possibly a giraffe
Spilling out like snakes,
Rolling around like monkeys,
Sliding down like children on a playground.
Each drop forming a salty stream
Full of fish.
Michael Scott: You are also on record as saying ‘Wittle-ittle, footy-wooty, numb-numbs, jammies, make boom-boom, widicowous, and whode iwand.’ Andy: Do I sometimes replace r’s with w’s? Do I sometimes repeat a word to get my point across? Well if I do, Andy’s sowwy. Michael Scott: You can’t be a baby in the office. It makes me look like I hire babies. Andy: Well, if we’re complaining, a lot of...
In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black And I held my tongue as she told me “Son fear is the heart of love” So I never went back
