Dingo the Dissident

THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions, an uncommonplace-book from the Armpit of Diogenes, binge-thinker jottings since 2008 .

Wednesday, 12 November 2008

I once knew a millionaire

who lived just outside Dublin
with a marvellous megalith in his garden.
He kept shit in his fridge.

I was invited to stay
because I was 'gay',
but I really fancied the dolmen.

1 comment:

Wofl said...

This is absolutely true - and Freudian, of course.