Really, there is very little point in publishing a blog if one cannot present one’s own doggerel to the public…
Rather than
a simple stud or ring,
Jamie let himself
be talked into a tiny whistle
that sounded when he
held his nose and blew.
He liked the effect,
and arranged for a whistle
of different pitch
to be inserted in his
other nostril—
this allowed him
to play primitive tunes.
He attracted a mate,
a redhead who played
with metal thimbles
on her scarified thighs,
and the two of them
(as the saying goes)
made beautiful music together.
