Author Archives: Stephen Bett

Nothing much, really…
no witness (angel or otherwise)

No spanking the maid under cover of clover, Mr. Coover

It’ll all be just na’kid teamwork         couple of 
marvel Euro’s on tricky spellings  

YES, what was left of the fat chance corporeal slug was rolled flat

Rolled out on kenophobic parade
Spooks’ ghost dance, collegial mischance

Bomb da bards, we say, wrong side d’grass

Listen to your Angel Number, hon…      Run!

There it is again (there it
is again)          ≈  saucy seventeener  ≈

Taxiing down an empty runway
triggers en masse (as we said)