The narrow London streets lit with gas-lamps, were almost invisible on a night like tonight. A very thick green fog had come down suddenly, as green and as thick as pea soup. The smell of oysters and jellied eels drifted out of an open door. I knew I was close to the river. Big Ben struck the hour with ten resounding peals. Waves rippled in the murky gloom. A terrifying scream echoed across the river. Birds took to the air and the river frogs croaked in dismay. Copyright © Written by John Yeo, All rights reserved.
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We bought our new home in Australia, a colonial-style building set in a large garden surrounded by a white painted picket fence. We were puzzled, we got our dream home for a very good price. The previous owner had a nervous breakdown and left. We were woken by a loud grating, croaking noise a few days later. The house was surrounded by huge cane toads peeping through the pickets. Copyright © Written by John Yeo, All rights reserved
Images from the net.. Do you realise that there is a type of frog in the Amazon jungle that actually flies from tree to tree?
Nope! In my view nope is a shortened version of no hope. Did you know that? Nope! There is no hope of flying pigs, but flying frogs are a fact, you understand? Nope! You mean you have no hope of knowing, or no hope for the frogs? Do you care? Nope! My friend would you agree that there is no hope for you? Nope! Copyright © Written by John Yeo, All rights reserved Alphonse and Arthur were loan sharks, they would lend out small sums of money for very high rates of interest, usually to very poor people who were in a financial mess.They would collect their money with threats, they always took two very fierce dogs wherever the went. One day they were found dead in a pond covered in frog spawn. They had been killed for the money they extorted by frogmen vigilantes. The dogs were tamed by the frogs. Copyright © Written by John Yeo, All rights reserved SECRET MEMO
We have a cure for most of the illness that plagues mankind, a very cheap easy to make remedy that would revolutionise medicine if we were to release our patent. We cannot make money from this product so we sit on it. Hide it away, we pay many millions of our profits to silence the inventor and keep our shareholders happy. We buy their silence with the money. Copyright © Written by John Yeo~All rights reserved ![]() CLUBLAND Ug said to Gug let’s hit the road, the tribe are on the move. You bring your club and I’ll bring mine. The noise was deafening when they arrived. The Cavern club was echoing. The rock was resounding and vibrating, bouncing off the walls. Cavemen clubbed and cave women fell, under the spell of the music. Rocking and writhing, jerking and jiving. Then Gug said to Ug, I love it here, this is the ace of clubs. Written by John Yeo © A VERY SWEET WAY TO DIE
The funeral was a very solemn occasion~The Coroner had recorded, Death by Misadventure. Grandad had died on his 90th birthday, at his birthday party. The whole family were present when they wheeled in a huge iced birthday cake with 90 years old written on it in blue marzipan. Grandad’s face lit up as he quickly tasted a huge piece of icing. Suddenly he gasped and collapsed choking, then he lay very still. Written by John Yeo © THE SHRINKING POPULATION~ 2 ~ FROGS
We were all members of the same pond, after Mama had deposited us in a large floating green mass of frogspawn. I remember becoming a playful tadpole, wriggling and swimming freely with my brothers and sisters, There were hundreds of us at first, but very few survived to become frogs, just Cyril and I actually. All the others were eaten by birds and fish. Cyril and I hopped away to another pond and met two lovely lady frogs. Wrtten by John Yeo © Titus was a very methodical man, he always paid for everything on the spot, usually he paid in cash. He set up standing orders and direct debits from his bank to pay all his regular payments in advance. Titus would brag that he was out of debt, and out of danger. He would tell the seller, I will pay on the nose, post no bills to me.
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Over one thousand pink roses were growing, entwined and twisting around a beautiful long tunnel in the garden of love, leading to a fountain. An altar had been set up and a priest was waiting. I took my love along this perfumed pink aisle, as the guests threw pink rose petals. We were married in style, my bride wore a pink satin dress and carried a pink bouquet. Written by John Yeo © The detective was questioning the eye-witness to a smash and grab robbery. “What did you see?” “Four masked men in a large sea blue car pulled up and…….”. “Hold on what the heck colour is sea blue? I have heard of sky blue, royal blue. Where I come from the sea is green, as in sea green!” The witness replied, “I got the number, It might have been aquamarine, a cross between, blue and green.
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