Fishing in the Rivers of Life

Tag: observational humour

  • Chick’n Chips

    Chick’n Chips from myfavorite Sarf London store —you know the one,bullet holes in the door.Customers scream,and they shout —heaven knowswhat they’re on about. Consumers eclectic,including me,ponderingwhat to havefor their tea. Chicken thighs?Dodgy pies?Maybe even,Curly fries? Standing there, contemplating,I wonder how longI’ll be waiting. Spicy wings?Onion rings?Napkin rings?You must be joking. Delivery riders —they seldom smile.Perhapsthey’ve…

  • Sunglasses

    Sunglasses, sunglasses,Everywhere —If only I could findMe a pair. My nice issue RAF ones,Perfect for lookingLike a Top Gun —Or even avoidingThe Hun in the sun. The cool-looking,Ex-British Army shades —Perfect for pretendingYou’re going on raids. Ah, the pair I triedTo nick from my mate Charlie —The ones that I wearWhen I ride on my…