Drinking Port, drinking Port. I'm of the sort, That likes drinking Port. Anyone trying to thwart my drinking Port? In short; to abort the Port? Deport my consort? No more cavorting with my Porto imported? Be damn sure, I'll hold the fort, snort, and resort to F*ing violence.
Poet and writer of children’s stories, has now tried her hand at writing short fiction. She tried her other hand too and suddenly it became much easier to type. After invariably being misprinted, misquoted and misprized in various low-brow and on occasion even no-brow magazines she’s opted for branching out into other foliages of literature. Whether fruitful or futile, the muse in Myrthe has no intention of retiring any time soon. Her first short story has already been laudably received by various critics and only last year she was awarded the Second Prize in pointless ramblings by her literary peers.