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G'day readers! More madcap mayhem with a serious twist from the mind of Aussie poet Don Matthews today. If you like this, you'll love Don's very own website, The Flippant, Comic, and Serious. If you're lucky you may even get to meet Priscilla, the Cat of Many Colours (featured in one of her many guises... Continue Reading →
G'day folks! Bringing you another bonza poetry selection courtesy of Don from Down Under. Check out more of his work at The Flippant, Comic, and Serious. If you're lucky you might even get to meet Priscilla (pictured.) Happy Little Counting Rhymer I am a happy rhymer1, 2, 3, 4 ,5I'm practising my counting skillsYes, fingers... Continue Reading →
Today, Aussie Poet and regular guest contributor Don Matthews of The Flippant, Comic, and Serious is bemoaning the destruction of paradise in the name of progress, touring the constipations, and reflecting on the contrasts between the flippant and serious sides of his poetry. Grab yourself a 'tinny' and to enjoy the show, but don't get... Continue Reading →
Today I bring you another 3 poems from Aussie Poet Don Matthews of The Flippant, Comic, and Serious. Don is a regular contributor to this site, and he writes poetry which is often of a humorous bent, but with a serious twist. Visit his site to find out more! This week, Don is inspired by... Continue Reading →
Not one, not two, but 3 poems for the price of one today, from Don Matthews of The Flippant, Comic, and Serious. Don writes his madcap poetry from his homeland Down Under, with his mate Skip on security detail. Don't mess with Skip. As you can see from the image above, he's no pushover... I... Continue Reading →
Today I am delighted to bring you another guest post from the wonderfully talented and unashamedly silly Don Matthews of 'The Flippant, Comic, and Serious.' In today's poem he is channelling his all-time hero, Spike Milligan. Even if Don's cat, 'Silly Billy' (pictured above) is not impressed, I'm sure you will be: Willy-Nilly I would... Continue Reading →
After so long waiting, I had finally arrived. I had coveted the dustbin for years: stainless steel; easy-clean; antibacterial. Best of all was the footpedal which meant you would never have to touch it, except to take the bag out. This would be contained within an odour-eliminating, sleekly streamlined plastic capsule. The insanitary sanitised once... Continue Reading →
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