Faucibus donec stillabunt

July 16, 2014 § Leave a comment


“What are you doing here, decadent poet?”
“I am shopping in Poundland, miss.”
“And what’s in your shopping basket, decadent poet? A permanent marker, double ended; a 280 gram can of Churchfield sliced beef in gravy; Hello Kitty mouthwash; Bloo zesty lemon cistern block?”
“Urban Venom aftershave, miss.”
“Oh, decadent poet, may I carry your basket?”
“Yes, miss, if I can touch you for a quid.”


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