The Rose and the Dragon.

The Rose blossomed brilliantly.
Her smell and beauty emanated from every movement that the wind passed over it, and all that looked upon her smiled and petted velvet red bud.
She basked in the adoration, and made it her obligation to show off and bloom gradually so that all could savour her wonder.

Hanging above the Rose was a Dragon.
Colourful and spectacular in its own and very different way to the Rose.
His mouth was wide, his teeth pointy and many.
His body was a long, slender rainbow of colours - a feature the Rose envied.

"Why are you so frightful Dragon? your'e teeth and goggle eyes are ghastly and you have a rediculous body made up of clashing colours. Simplicity is key.

The Dragon replied, "This is how my maker wanted me to look beautiful Rose. I may not be as elegant and appealing as you, but I serve my purpose.

The cruel stunning Rose turned away from this notion -
"what purpose could you simply serve apart from scaring and offending all those who look upon you."

The Dragon roared fiercely - he could not fight the Rose's brash and hurtful words, she after all was too beautiful, so the world was on her side... surely.
The Rose continued to reign her beauty over all those, who set their eyes upon her. She scorned the Dragon all the while.
He cried, and cried,
"Why does Rose hate me so? I have not set out to hurt you as you have hurt me."

But the Rose did not listen.
One day, the Dragon looked upon the Rose, but something caught his eye that wasn't her beauty. In her vase where her velvet stalk stood proud in the water, were two velvet red petals.
The Dragon was sad, for he knew what the Rose's fate would be, and soon.

When the Rose had tired of blooming, she turned her attention to the colourful beast above.
"Hideous thing. Have you no shame in what you look like?"

The Dragon sighed heavily then said in a manner so bold and majestic -
"I am who I am, beautiful Rose.
I am a memory, and a novelty beyond expiration.
I am made of something far resistant than you.
You will wilter, and your delicious red will fade soon.
Your vibrant green stalk will brown and buckle under your weight.
The perfumed scent you pulsate will begin to reak send an essence of decay
and your bud will shrivel and fall, but"

The Dragon pondered, "I will not dwell in your horrific fate, because despite your cruelty, you are beautiful and fare. The mere sight of you brings me joy."

And it was then that the Rose looked upon the Dragon with guilt and sorrow.
She wilted away after that.

The Gang of Bees

Mister was minding his own business when he was assualted by a Gang of Bees.

They hailed from Yorshire but had all of a sudden left the sunny dales to persue something they knew they would not like once they got to it .

Unfortunate and questionable as this life is - Mister just happened to be that it.

They say the Gang of Bees left no trace of Mister. Except for his shoes, they didnt like his shoes.

Riddles Under The Table .

Old Lady Madam
hails from Balham,
with tuppence and fur balls to spare
She has a small locket
which sits in her pocket
she's all on her own with no care.


Young Master Tom
don't know where he's from
had no friends who wanted to play
So he bought a knife
to rid all the strife
Now he's got all his life to pray


Tilly and Milly
Boy were they silly,
competing for ones' affections
Neither one dared to ask
Milly thought she could mask,
Tilly died from the stupid infection

So here ends the gory and sad sad story of things that are unfortunately true - lonliness is impending, death by knife neverending and unsafe sex leads to life and death too.

BIC pen Vs Me Part2

we had a fight today, the pen just wouldn't play.

Running out, then in with ink.
I threatened it. Dangled it above the waste bin.
I should have done it then and there.