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My mucose are like rindy autumn crocus ... or like a pivotant conifer.

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    My mucose are like rindy autumn crocus ... or like a pivotant conifer.

    Fairy Tales For Unborn Children
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
    Hansel and Gretel

    Hansel and Gretel were walking through the Forest one day, when they
    realised they were hungry. "I'm hungry," said Hansel to Gretel. "I'm
    hungry too." said Gretel to Hansel. "Let's try to find some food."
    And as they wandered on in search of food, they came across a small
    house deep in the centre of the forest. As they got closer, they saw
    that the house was made entirely out of food! The walls were ginger-
    bread, the windows were barley sugar, and the door was asolid sheet of
    licorice. "Yum yum," said Hansel to Gretel. "Yum yum," said Gretel to
    Hansel.
    But as they drew near, Hansel noticed a small notice pinned to one
    side of the house. "Oh no, Gretel," he exclaimed, "we'll have to
    leave." Gretel turned to her brother. "Why's that, Hansel?" she asked.
    "E numbers," replied the older and wiser child.

    The Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe

    "I'm sorry, you can't live there," said the housing inspector as he
    slapped an eviction order on the condemned property, forcing the
    unemployed chicken stuffer and her 13 illegitimate children out onto
    the street.

    Old King Cole

    Old King Cole was a merry old soul, and a merry old soul was he. He
    called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl, and he called for his
    Sony Walkman. From beyond the castle walls could be heard the faint
    protestations of three unemployed fiddlers, who had been picketing
    the palace since their enforced redundancy.

    The Grasshopper and the Ant

    All through the long, hot summer, the Ant toiled away building up his
    stores for the winter ahead: he worked busily and fervently, for he
    knew that his labours would be rewarded in the cold season to come.
    The Grasshopper, on the other hand, idled away his time lying on his
    back rubbing his legs together and drinking Diet Coke. "Look at you,
    Ant," he'd say, "working yourself into a frenzy when you could be
    basking in the sunshine." The Ant said nothing, for he knew that his
    work would not be in vain.
    Summer changed into Autumn, and Autumn into Winter: the nights drew
    in, and a bitter cold spread through the land. And what of our two
    heroes? The Ant was number 272 on a National Health waiting list for
    a hernia operation, while the Grasshopper made 40 quid a week on an
    MSC scheme.
    Brexit is having a wee in the middle of the room at a house party because nobody is talking to you, and then complaining about the smell.

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