Infuriated by cross stitchers, lark twitchers

& harp pickers.





Genocide, the M25,

that wicked bee hive

& the stench on Fly-Tip Drive.





Then shafted by the MINING INDUSTRY, a minor celebrity,

~ that shat brevity ~ ,

a distinct lack of levity

& non-longevity.





Artistic gymnasts, Benedictine skin flaps,

holes in Poundland bin bags

plus the pun had run away

- you bastard Shaturday

x

...