More epoch making than the Coalition’s Climate Policy
Dear reader, just because the quality of journalism everywhere is below abysmal it wont stop us from stooping really low, and discovering a gem, a gleaming jewel plucked from a sacred diadem, hallowed and beatified and bought before your adoring eyes, as a thing of worship. That’s the only way ever to explain the profundity locked within Princess Migraine, formerly the archdeacon of Sussex’s new kiddies book.
Not since Coleridge penned Xanadu has a fragment of English literature revealed so much about where we are in the ‘Shite-Geist’, kinda way. Our editor A.D and ADHD Hope says, “ better than the bard, and more compelling than Lamb or Sheridan”. We asked for Sheridan and she’s out on stress leave, lamb was last seen on a bulk carrier bound or Abu Dhabi.
The poem penned by ‘Migraine’ of ‘Money-Cheeto’ is a telling insight in what it takes to be twentieth in line to the house of Windsor, and an undiscovered fucking literary genius!
The pressure is compelling, but through the weight of all that establishment the colour of humanity comes through. As described by our very own poet laureate, Sir Bryce of Courtenay, ‘it’s as if daylight savings blanche all the light out of your favourite chintz curtains, and they still glowed at night, as a dull monochromatic sludge’.
More profound than any of Angus Taylor’s tax payer funded investment schemes
Who says ‘love aint blind’?, anyway it’s called “the bench”, something about the front tiers of the Westminster System, and other less well known flushable devices.
Yours to enjoy……
“This is your bench
Where life will begin
For you and our son
A soldier returning from War, Prince Henry the twenty third was alleged to have served in Afghanistan. Is there a link?
Our baby, our kin”
“Right there on your bench
The place you’ll call home
With daddy and son
A link to our most sacred and highly credentialed soldier, Lord Ben of Roberts Smith, the hero of Kandahar! He invented the term ” LONE”!
Where you’ll never be ‘lone”