As nectarines trundle along conveyer belts above puddles of urine,
whilst miserable arms protrude from sodden pants squeezing and
tweaking their skins for ripeness…

The long body of a man again craned over a small stove
and peered into a heavy based pan as an egg bubbled and turned
a pale snot green…

Inspiring that a thief would return a gnome years after stealing it, due
to the growing guilt whilst tending their own newly acquired garden…

What a luxury to have grown up ignorant to the fact that the general
Jo outside your front door can’t actually play a piano! It is enviable that
Daniel Barenboim, maestro pianist, had such grand delusions…

It’s an exciting prospect that, due to the lack of vitamin D, young computer devotees are growing bowed legs. I am imagining that armies of twisted figures will soon have to congregate and put a roof on this world to restore equal rights…