#@stonemen

flat earth policy

why cartographers insist on it

makes a little sense but lottery

players making up numbers on forms

that’s beyond me

love the place you come from hills & all

cross horizons if you must though take

care that border guards don’t steal your soul

try not to fake

your identity can come along

too religion travels with the bags

be prepared to ditch or hold your tongue

gladly wear rags

keep an eye on kids from straying far

lifebelts mobile phones & currency

can assist your crossing even war

earns sympathy

on arrival state you took a chance

precipices stood around your home

all you had a leap of faith no choice

roam was your road

Jedgirl to Slags

owl memo

Modern Slavery remains both a serious matter and is still illegal, I take it, can’t stress that too much. Until we get a ruling, which won’t be till we're back in the old annex, cane the plastic on Bumsrush if you must. But since we shan’t be going away just yet, do save a little for our rainy hols.

At all costs, find that chit from the Holy Ghost we lost at Easter Break. I’ve got HRH junior giving me priestly looks over at the Big House. And let’s have some jolly for tea, eh? Bo & Peep will be over from the boys' dorm, so we’d better put up a bunfight or there'll be odd glances from them too.

ttfn

whine from a stone

leering after curves or kicks of ass

sex portrayed as cute or burly life

guard photography is simply crass

be no one’s wife

only bod you get possession of

bud is yours you mean disgusting pimp

nil defence yr grace take them all down

seven years’ wimp

good examples should be made of sex

plots by male & female gay or straight

crooked exhibitionists the lot

tied to a stake

break their public image till they beg

anonymity then make them pay

rape for rape let robots do the work

live on TV

squeeze them like the zits they are get on

their tits change the law if need be why

not enjoy see how they writhe & squirm

turned into porn

Lord Stonehead laments

Lady Jump

was such a bounce

she died

all at once

her faithful friends

have cried

mighty was

the seat of her

hot pants

now she’s gone

what shall we do

for dance

eat we cake

at half a crown

a slice

drinking songs

to Lady Jump’s

demise

No stone unturn!