More pet peeves in poetic form. Paul's latest subjects for vitriol and derision include tattoos, single mothers and global warming. I get the feeling that this series of poems could run and run.
Is bottled water a triumph of marketing over common sense?
There's something strangely reassuring for a man to have his hair cut in the traditional, all-male preserve of the barbers.
The descriptors used on colour charts hide a multitude of sins and reveal little to even the most perceptive of colour pickers.
More clever marketing getting one over gullible consumers.
What happened to received pronunciation, or for that matter BBC announcers all togged up in evening dress to read the evening news?
Attentive readers of Paul's poetry will have gathered that he his not highly enamoured of bothers-in-law. I'm sure it's nothing personal.
A poem about the outpourings of a skinny and vacuous young female.
It's time for feminists to sharpen their swords and prepare for battle. To set the record straight, the site eschews political correctness, but does aim for balance. There will almost certainly be a poem denigrating men along in a moment.
A park bench exchange between a teenager and old man sees age triumph over youth.
I'm indebted to the ever reliable Wikipedia for clarifying that 'Muffin-top is a generally pejorative slang term used to describe the phenomenon of overhanging flesh (fat) when it spills over the waistline of pants or skirts in a manner that resembles the top of a muffin spilling over its paper casing'. If Wikipedia were written in English, it would be a genuinely useful online resource.
A poem about the rights of animals not to be converted into fashion accessories.