To Mr. Prevert

Sir, I regret that I have not seen
Your poems gracing my PC screen
In several weeks, it's been a while
That you have give us all a smile.

Perhaps you feel, as oft I do
That none here appreciate you?
Wordsmith, 'faith, 'tis not so
Honestly, your poems do not blow.

So Prevert, ruminate and then
You will find some inspirati-en
And then we hope we shall see
You genius rekindled - yours, Mouse-y.

Seamus Heaney called. He wants his talent and wisdom back.

I know you're only having a larf
But he (and you) can fuck right arf

That's the last time I compliment someone on their artistic endeavours.

he has forgotten his password - cant log in anymore the stupid bastard !


he texted me earlier from that chinese internet cafe on wickham st, u know just beside the jewelllers he's trying to break in to

Alec, are you after telling me
With all your personaliti(es)
That you, like some great big turd,
Do not use the same password?

I heard a noise in me walls
Gonna catch this mouse the next time he calls
Kept me awake and created quite a stir
Fuck me it wasnt a mouse but a horny hamster

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Originally Posted by Mousey

Alec, are you after telling me
With all your personaliti(es)
That you, like some great big turd,
Do not use the same password?

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I thought I did but I managed to fuck this one up :-(