
Tickets for the bus cost a poem (loose or otherwise) with your favourite word as a starting point.
My favourite word is a double-barrelled word shouted out by Fr. Jack in one episode of Father Ted. Arse-biscuit. The Arse bit prounced by scrunching up your face into a snarl.
My son is now known as Arse Biscuit. So is the canary. And my boss. It is a lovely graphic word, but I doubt I can write a poem about it.
Tell me you've seen the actual real life arse biscuits from English Mum blog http://englishmum.com/2010/03/09/arsebiscuits/
ReplyDeleteThat's a great quote, Kat, never heard of it, but it certainly has a ring to it, if you pardon the expression.
ReplyDeleteKate, just checked it out! Brilliant!