ChimpsmileThe second instalment of humorous posts. Titter ye not! Oh, go on then…

In Whine List, I just wanted a moan. In a sort of poetic way.

Friday Night, Festival Fringe by E.M.S. Petrie captures the wildness of a drunken night at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe in a light hearted manner.

Catriona Windle’s Yellow Trunks shouldn’t be funny, but it is. You’ll feel uneasy that you smiled.

Nonsense poetry still does it for me. Try out these ridiculous limericks.

In the Kings’ Wedding I wanted to use a well-remembered childhood rhyme to celebrate how far we’ve come with human rights. Best said aloud.

Spiderboy is at his most wicked in Innocents. Nicely done.



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