Bookmarkquinn

Poems of grit, fun and nonsense. #bookmarkquinn

Tag: cats

  • Sleep

    If you could make your pet understand one thing, what would it be? My cats are always keeping me awake, they wake me early in the morning. Them main one is Bramstom Pickles, he keeps pawing me and not just his soft jelly beans, but his claws. So to answer the question, it would be

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  • Cats

    What is your favorite animal? I just love cats, we did have eight but Bramley Apples and Marshmallow Fluff went to find Puss ‘n’ Boots is the sky; now we only have six. Bramstom Pickles, Ginger Nut, Thelma and Louise and the two baby boys Sidney Poitier and Edward Scissor Paws. I never was bothered

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  • PONDERING

    Pondering life, what lies ahead only the stars in the sky have the answers.

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  • The Pennybank Murders

    The Final Part By Mark Quinn The fog outside Pennybank Theatre is a real pea souper as the guests arrive clutching their personal invitations within their sweaty palms. No-one knows the reason for the show tonight except Superintendent Cyril Choppybottom as the auditorium fills with the murder suspects. The superintendent dims the lights.“Bloody hell, we

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  • The Pennybank Murders

    Part: 5 By Mark Quinn The Pennybank MurdersPart 5 The superintendent quickly rushes back to Pennybank Theatre to try and tie up a few clues. On entering the resting place of murder victim and theatre director Sally Comelightly he looks carefully at the clues that are scattered around the despicable yellow and green living area.

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  • The Pennybank Murders

    Part: 2 By Mark Quinn The Pennybank MurdersPart 2 Down at Pennybank Theater Superintendent Cyril Choppybottom and Ginger Charlie Hopkins enter the attached living premises of theater director, and sadly the murder victim, Sally Comelightly.“My God this is hideous!” screams out the superintendent.Ginger Charlie looks at the super in shock.“But the victim is in the

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  • The Pennybank Murders

    Part: 1 By Mark Quinn It was a cold, dark October evening, and everything seemed okay until a loud knock on the front door.‘Thump, thump, thump.’“Who the cheesecake is this at this time of the evening? They best have a good reason for disturbing me,” says Choppybottom, Superintendent Cyril Choppybottom to be precise, as he

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