Wrter's Block What to write, what to write? I look out the window at the night. nothing stirs, no one in sight no inspiration stabs its light. I stand and pace around the room to try to pierce my thoughtless.
The Chef. He couldn't cook to save his life. He didn't know how to boil eggs His Mother had carried him all of his life Its a wonder he needed his legs.
Christopher Columbo He knew the world was round - Oh and a matelot loves his booze - Oh What a pirate, what an adventurer was Christopher Columbo. More here. http://www.dericbarry.com/christopher-columbo.html