Where did that come from?

A eclectic collection of poems which, unlike fine wine, do not seem to have bettered with age.

A London Park

gotta get outta here!

Betting

The Gambler In one hand of cards I lost the lot 'till all I had left were the bones in this box. No skin, no life, no wallet, no wife, my soul's the...
Cherry

Cool

don't you hate it when that happens