Penny secrets

What does the end feel like? I shall tell you when I arrive there myself.

Ping goes the Smartie. Right down her cleavage. That's an unexpected treat.

The skeleton in the window wears a slouch hat, while grabbing his crotch.

He wobbles and weaves, woozy with the excess of communication.

The box announces: Eat me keep me bananas. Yes, she does just that.

Boxing Day trooping up home base hills. New kitchen cooking up a bill.

Jesus was a goat, a most stubborn Capricorn - tenacious, chewy.

How few the moments when it's just you, a platform and some memories.

It's Christmas time in Santa's motorik sleigh. Precision gifting.

Three floors and three screens, all showing different dreams, same satiation.

Gaol means the same as love in Gaelic, I'm told. A joke or a curse?

A champagne cork is in its cage, waiting to pop. A liquid Pandora.

This wary, weary woozy gavotte is spinning to its welcome end.

The squirrel sits on the fence, eating a whole naan. Peshwari, of course.

Somewhere in Sloane Square the pop stars fizz and pop with lots of fizzy pop.

His is a lightning- bolt knight, played to cause a fright. Grandmaster's delight.

It's too late, too late. I will write one tomorrow. It's too late, too late.