Denise Jones of Formby Writers

Twas the night before Christmas, upstairs in the house Warmly snuggled in bed was my snoring spouse He’d had a few scoops, so a bit worse...

Twas the night before Christmas, upstairs in the house Warmly snuggled in bed was my snoring spouse He’d had a few scoops, so a bit worse...

Roses are red, Violets are blue, I’d love a Valentine’s card from you Despite our disastrous blind date start I’d really love to give...