There once was a stable genius whose house was pure and white he never reacted or got furious and his words were sweetness and light ©Vivian Zems
There was once a rouker who was all about the ruff Sadly he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth His manner was fumish His carriage was to peacockize Not content with being a rich percher Became a... Continue Reading →
In the 1980's, I used to visit my brother in Leipzig, East Germany and we'd frequently have to cross the border from East to West Berlin via Check-point Charlie, an Allied post famous for witnessing numerous attempts to escape from... Continue Reading →
