Around the unborn it’s lonesome to dwell forever unrestes
As all get out half way up path,none arrive in heaven
She’s as beautiful as the way is wrong,I am happy to delay.
As tense as a Londoner‘s hug was,it was better than snuffing it on the floor.
As far as I can pee,there’s nothing but slugs
As bloody as gold,speaking metagogically
As whiff!You pong so!
As luck would grab it I hid it first
As plain as the rose on your lingerie lace
As slender as mother’s apple tart kept me..I was irresistible on the table
As the cow flies,the bull grew wings.That’s logic for you.
as time harasses me,I ask,why?
As useful as a dead baboon
As welcome as a monk at a wife swapping party
As ye sew, so shall ye weep as I prick ye again
Too many jokes oil my path,so I tumble down again
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- David Shrigley: ‘I gave my book out at the pub – that’s how it all started’ (theguardian.com)
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- See Erin Fetherston x Cosabella’s Bridal Lingerie Collaboration (fashiongonerogue.com)