Comments on: Nice bit of writing http://blog.dnaadvertising.co.uk/2009/12/08/nice-bit-of-writing The creative blog of DNA Advertising Ltd Mon, 23 Jan 2012 14:35:10 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 By: Jim G http://blog.dnaadvertising.co.uk/2009/12/08/nice-bit-of-writing/comment-page-1#comment-404 Jim G Tue, 08 Dec 2009 16:01:55 +0000 http://blog.dnaadvertising.co.uk/?p=1177#comment-404 Errrrrr.... nice Errrrrr…. nice

]]> By: Gibeletto Spontaneous http://blog.dnaadvertising.co.uk/2009/12/08/nice-bit-of-writing/comment-page-1#comment-403 Gibeletto Spontaneous Tue, 08 Dec 2009 11:37:11 +0000 http://blog.dnaadvertising.co.uk/?p=1177#comment-403 I once had some plums So fine they did shine Like squished little dibbles in water and wine I quaffed a quick jango then spoofed a wry jot I dropped to my knees and spiffled a quick wit I once had some plums
So fine they did shine
Like squished little dibbles in water and wine
I quaffed a quick jango then spoofed a wry jot
I dropped to my knees and spiffled a quick wit

]]> By: Jim G http://blog.dnaadvertising.co.uk/2009/12/08/nice-bit-of-writing/comment-page-1#comment-402 Jim G Tue, 08 Dec 2009 11:13:57 +0000 http://blog.dnaadvertising.co.uk/?p=1177#comment-402 Genius. Genius.

]]> By: Vicki Arman http://blog.dnaadvertising.co.uk/2009/12/08/nice-bit-of-writing/comment-page-1#comment-401 Vicki Arman Tue, 08 Dec 2009 11:13:10 +0000 http://blog.dnaadvertising.co.uk/?p=1177#comment-401 Freud would have something to say about that plum poem Freud would have something to say about that plum poem

]]> By: Tiny Tim http://blog.dnaadvertising.co.uk/2009/12/08/nice-bit-of-writing/comment-page-1#comment-400 Tiny Tim Tue, 08 Dec 2009 11:08:04 +0000 http://blog.dnaadvertising.co.uk/?p=1177#comment-400 I spotted this poem on the back of a fag packet and took me back to my uni days in Scunthorpe. I love the ambiguous balance between anxiety, excess and inevitable blindness... I have drunk the absinthe that was in your fridge and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me I've gone blind so sweaty and so cold I spotted this poem on the back of a fag packet and took me back to my uni days in Scunthorpe. I love the ambiguous balance between anxiety, excess and inevitable blindness…

I have drunk
the absinthe
that was in
your fridge

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
I’ve gone blind
so sweaty
and so cold

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