there's spitting & there's rain in the middle there's drizzle sometimes all 3 come at once the skies delight in riddles there's hail, sleet & snow plus every week or so frogs the trick is to be amphibious too all gifts from the gods so crack on through the lot ...
i was amble-plodding down a y'oldey wonky lane to my left a field of donkeys in the head an empty brain to my right a field of peas when the visions burst forth yes pods a plenty as a jenny eeyored i saw next ash wednesday it rained around 3ish a ginormous artichoke an otter feeling peevish a baboon in a wedding dress - 2 pixies playing badminton & then shite faded out to nowt - should i inform the vatican ( ? ) ...
on a piss-wet afternoon in june i dusted the dusty bits humming some tunes the radetzky march then the theme from pingu on a piss-wet afternoon in june ...
the girl with carrots for fingers had actual carrots for fingers i met her one crunchy candlemas eve hiding in a wood amidst the frosty old trees the girl with carrots for fingers oh how her carrot touch lingers she escaped from a farm-lab then lived on the run a super-hush experiment & potentially; weapon yes the girl with carrots for fingers don't worry - her hair wasn't ginger we spoke of a future her voice was a song but come the yawn of morning-thing that carrot girl had gone ...
when phyllis discovered liquorice tea she thought 'take that pontefract you're the one for me i quite like liquorice - i quite like a brew but why be an either-beaver ( ? ) this here's the power of two ~ sorted' ...
mildly unamused libran tree surgeons frenetic phrenologists diabetic numerologists liquid petroleum gasp enthusiasts mesolithic mendicants all creatures great & sentient including honey badgers & the wise bees of finland visigoth staticians then theurgic court magicians plus the inventor of the bidet & the venerable lamashtu - grab a pew ... ( auth' node' reworking of something older p.s i made the wise bees of finland up, i think the rest are all real ... )
campanology? now that rings a bell ...
not that bothered but worried about everything & into everything yet easily distrac- did you hear that? they've not come to get me i best hide behind the settee just to be safe like ( sound as a pound ) ...
enter a competition & you might win a prize chances are you won't but there's no way if you don't try it might be a chicken that quacks like a duck 'cause someone has to win these things fingers crossed good luck ...
deep in yon forest dwells the marzipan man formed from sweet nutty witchcraft stay away if you can he has a marzipan body marzipan face & hair 'cause he's the marzipan man beware - beware - beware ...
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