The Songstone

Add cinnamon and honey, fruit and cloves; a winter's night in Bacchanalian groves

I didn't mean to copy! , wailed the boy Cut n paste from Wiki? Just being coy.

People, piddle, puddle or hell, there's a lot of work in that dark /l/

Dear R, I remember with great pleasure our last meeting at my grandmother's, and her dropping the cake on you. In the Christmas spirit I wish to inform you that I shall come to Shanghai next weekend, and I extend an invitation to dinner on Saturday night. I am aware that our relationship has not been entirely cordial for a while, and trust that you will put this down as much to your silver-spooned snobbery as my rough etiquette. I am sure you will be busy that evening with other glittering lights from the commercials world, but I felt that not to at least proffer the invitation could be construed as discourteous. Sincerely, and Merry Christmas, Simon

A honeyed voice, exquisite lips, my perfect little fellatrix

Financial capital's most willing slave: Rebekah's rider, PR's 'Call me Dave'

There was n old windbag called Shuttle who wasn't particularly subtle. N 'actual poet' by name though her oeuvre was lame; her verses were worth fully fuck all.