An Amnesiac Remembers
The amnesiac who had forgotten that his name was Albert
Woke up one day as George
The amnesiac who called himself George
Woke up one day and forgot his name was George despite being born
Albert, and called himself Mary
Mary Shelly after his great Aunt Ada who liked to be called mary on her days off
But the amnesiac forgot why he wanted to be called mary and quickly changed his name to harry
Then one day while looking through the telephone directory to find his own address he remembered that his name was Albert
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The power of nothing
in a world where nothing existed
(it was very quiet)
The nothing people had no lives
and therefore nothing to live for
The nothing preacher preached nothing
And so there was only nothing to believe in
There were no people fat or thin
So there was nothhing to diet for
Nothing slunk about or did he or she or it?
unseen not even a private detective could account for nothings movements
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THE MAN WHO POISONED HIMSELF BY MISTAKE [as told by his ghost]
There was a man alot like me
Who'd sit around and watch TV
He liked to drink and think alot
And bet, but never win alot
He was a curious winsome fella
Who always carried an umbrella
In sunshine and in showers
He'd stand under it for hours
Avoided walking under ladders
He waved at magpipes and
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Take Me To Your Leader
'Take me to your leader! '
The new recruit cried
She was forty stone and six feet high
She had just arrived on 'PLANET WORK'
She was met at the gate by a slob called BURK!
He was four foot five and incredibly shy
He gave an indolent half witted sigh,
And then he spoke, one word,
'Why? '
He was in the middle of demolishing a large meat pie
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Death of a Therapist
Sitting in a black chair
After a heavy drink
Hanging from a light fitting
Face down on the floor
Who killed the therapist?
Nobody is sure
That night she left the latch off
The back door
There was a twitchy curtain at number 24
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