Silence Hum of traffic returning workers from endless hours of drudgery. Roar of mowers remaking lawns in tame parodies of the wilderness.
‘Twas the Night Before Christmas ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would… Read More ›
This bloody town’s a bloody cuss, No bloody tram, no bloody bus, And no one cares for bloody us, Oh, bloody bloody bloody! The bloody roads are bloody bad, The bloody folks are bloody mad, They even say — You… Read More ›