Kidcobbler Rides Again

Tuesday, 28 July 2020

FORCED RHYME IN ANCIENT GREECE

Oh Icarus, Oh Icarus
In those waxed wings
You look ridicarus

Oh Icarus, Oh Icarus
We laughed so hard
You must be sick of us

Kidcobbler at 06:29

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Kidcobbler: Spent nine months dreaming on my back. Opened up new horizons, if only horizontal. Woke up disabled, with a Blue Badge and bed hair. Walk with a limp and a stick. Cue the double entendré and the stick. Saving money on shoes. Spending it on thoughts. Overdrawn at the creative bank. Loan facility disabled. The irony! Stronger through weakness. Weaker through slogans. New journeys to be taken. Pop along. I'm off my back. I'm back.

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