Ham, ham, you’re quite delicious.
Honey roasted, your taste is boasted!
Throughout the land, the mighty ham!
No hammer, no sickle, just a piece of ham and fancy tickled.
No sandwich without you, just cut bread.
The man that stole my ham, promptly shot dead.
He died with a smile, all ham and ham guile,
No witness, no jury, just a ham hung trial.
I’d wear you on my finger if I could let you linger,
Though unlikely it seems, sweet meaty cream,
No ring is as beautiful, no cut so fine, you are truly the creme’;
One Pork to rule them all and in the morning rind them.

Oh, I wrote this last night when I was trying to get some sleep before my early-morning uni wednesday. It didn’t work, because I kept turning on the light when I had an idea I wanted to write down. It’s all in really bad hand writing too, but that’s nothing new. Read the rest of this entry »

It’s a golden window night
Not one to be alone
The seagulls sit together
The wind and the weather
My face stings warm, my body wrapped
Wind through the needles
My heart is cold and hears none of that
Children and Mother running
Running to their door
This night is too big for one man

I’ve neglected you.
I know, it hurts. I suppose I should have known too.
It’s only now, now that I’m back, that I see you, that it really sinks in.
I put a lot of work in to begin with, you know! You and I went really far together.
We did and saw some amazing things, you were so full of promise.
And then I got tired. I let you linger.

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I was a lucky kid when it came to food. Mum, until recently, wasn’t an outstanding cook, but she did well enough and threw in a bit of variety and we did eat out quite a bit and what with travelling to Asia quite often I’ve never had any problem with spicy food and things like that and find myself having problems with whoever does.

Up until recently there have been two foods which I’ve avoided throughout my life, even running hell-for-leather just to avoid eating them. I had some food phobias.

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