Make your own Robert Garnham Poem with this Automatic Robert Garnham Whimsy Generator!
Your birth month:
January : An ocelot
February : A badger
March : A haberdasher
April : A lollipop lady
May : A dental hygienist
June : Jeremy Clarkson
July : Mark
August : My Aunt
September : A duck wearing a Groucho Marx moustache and glasses
October : Another badger
November : The bus driver
December : TV’s Alan Titchmarsh
Your eye colour:
Brown : is playing a trumpet.
Green : is getting a refund on some trousers.
Hazel : is sneezing.
Blue : Is looking for the tv remote
Grey : has a dodgy stomach.
Other : is fumbling for some loose change.
Eldest child : Look out,
Middle child : Get ready,
Youngest child : Eat some cake and
Only child : Hang on a sec,
Blonde : They’re coming after you next.
Brown : There’s bound to be an argument.
Red : They’ll send you a Facebook request.
Grey : run!
Black : did someone say ‘plop’?
Bald : Fetch a bucket.
Other : Put the kettle on.
A dental Hygienist sneezing. Get ready, there’s bound to be an argument if he does all that sneezing while cleaning my teeth with ferocious cleaning gear. An argument about germs, bleeding gums, cut lips, the bill, compensation, and how private dentistry is ruining the nation, and how come he spends his holidays in the Caribbean, what’s wrong with Butlins and Clacton Pier.
(Actually I should have confessed to grey hair.. then I could have looked at the sneezing hygienist and just run out of there… maybe gone to sea and sailed away, or at least rowed).
Ok – I tried.
Quick correction to part 2! as some words escaped from it
Actually I should have confessed to grey hair.. then I could have looked at the sneezing hygienist and just run out of there… maybe gone to sea and sailed away to the Caribbean, or at least rowed.
Hope I’ve now given this ramble a slightly Garnham-esque ending.
Dave, my mate left me at the bus stop caressing a horney antelope?! Is this bloody thing working?