Grate Britain now!
Is this still a United Kingdom after Brex-hit?
She played the liar beautifully
Who is the lead tonight?
Where is the lead for my pencil?
Why do corpses get laid out but women get laid?
New Biting Kingdom
We need Grit,Britain .Hearken to my words
Community is wealth
My husband wants a lead.
He asked for the butter cup but I only had a dish.
I lost the tea plot.

If  you must lie,lie here. Not in church.
I never go to  church.
That’s all I need, another lie.I saw you come out
Does that prove I’d been in?
Well, how could you come out otherwise?
I am Other wise anyway.
Play with a surd and your soul  will be healed.I find that.
Do you mean defined that?
But what is it?
There’s nothing here
This is exactly what Wittgenstein meant
Bewitched by language
Ruined by grammar
Led to believe in a real thing  when all we have is the subject of a verb.
And the object?
It was not deliberate.
I can see that.
What?
Here we go again.
Halt in the gnome of truth
Who he?
She,maybe.
We all agree

 

She played upon her liar all day long.
She played so sweetly,  he soon sang his song
As the demons prodded him with  lizard’s tongues

Come bassoon,deer.I miss you so mutch

Miss Smith,I have missed you again.I have mislaid you so many times I feel very bad.
Well, you did your best,I digress.
It is entirely my flute.Allow me to reimburse your x-amples
Don’t say you miss the string section.You got them all  tied  up in your nots.

There are many lyres in the government today and I am one.
Well, if you can’t play the lyre you are  undereducated
I’ve got 3 lyres in my family and  soon my grandson will join them

I lied all day and got laid all night.Sorry,played all knights.
Then I laid the table and he said, where’s your liar?
I said you’re a lier-in.

What  ales thee?
I went to the pub for a bottle of ail or two
Alements flawed the economy

He lead us into the mine where  led was being dug up
God leads us  out like dogs on leads of gold
Can cat’s where leads? They won’t!
I am ruining ;you’re spelling

My husband has to fight a dual
A carriageway or citizenship?

Gosh, you are so like me, you are my duel.my twin.
Oh, it’s a mirror,imagine that.If Lacan.

Do you enjoy rouse?
No,I am frightened.
A good row clears the air.That’s why we live in Cambridge

I prefer the Ooze
Oh,grate!
It has some seels in it.
I hope they don’t stick to the same root when they go out
Which root do you like? The A14.Then the A10.Then bob’s your uncle.
Is it circumcision?
No, just a man’s indecision.
Don’t call your son Bob! I had my hair bobbed
There’s a booby trap in the all
The great All of Westminster?
King Charles was head of the  year.
When was it exactly?
After he died, I imagine.
Well, he couldn’t live without it
Whatever “it” is

Come here? No,I’d rather go over their.
Their what?
There where the green lites glow again
Giving love to all  the gentlemen.