End-In-Jet-Son – A Tigger Story

Bouncy, Bouncy, Bouncy Went Tigger down the forest path! I want oranges! said Tigger bouncing over to the orange tree. Ah Said Pooh, But you can’t peel them with your paws and claws you need a knife and fingers or just fingers. mmm said Tigger. What shall we do? Then came along little Christopher Robin.Continue reading “End-In-Jet-Son – A Tigger Story”

Good, Feeling Fine

Thanks, Ephraim! No Problem Joe. OK! We good to go? Sure, are! Just a swig of that old Mas’ Sure Eph. Here y’are! Ohhh that’s mighty good. How you feeling Eph? Good Joe, Feeling Fine! That’s us Eph! Good, Feeling Fine drinking Old Mas’ Wine Hey, Joe that sure sounds like a good time drinking Old Mas’ Wine (Together) Hey! That rhymes! (Together) Our indoors says we haven’tContinue reading “Good, Feeling Fine”

Still cruisin(like a missile)

I got tired of sitting down and standing up, sitting down, standing up so I decided to take a walk. And with my eyes open as far as they would go I walked and I met people I did speak to and chat but something quickened my step. It was the thought of being late forContinue reading “Still cruisin(like a missile)”

Space Travel

Space travel is a perilous adventure. Asteroids, Space dust, cosmic rays can all clog filters or knock you out of orbit, hurtling you towards the nearest sun. So imagine my surprise when on holiday I found myself cruising towards the pleasure planet of Sol550 and happened to see a fighter class frigate half-way between aContinue reading “Space Travel”

Morning Bed Red

Morning bed red. Red if I turn left, red if I turn right, red if I sit upright or show any signs of the fight. Red for a coffee black, hack. Red again from the hallway in the form of prison guards encultured like green, charlie sheen. I have moved on Schon, into pastures greenContinue reading “Morning Bed Red”