Our Zero is back.
Back triumphantly from Nodl,
festooned with laurels,
smelling of spring fresh mint and lavender thongs.
– Have a cigar!
– Thunk yew muchly…
Wish like new comer: wash like an old comer
…say lurvee, say lurgair.
Life’s so unfair.
Get down, hep kat!
Pickled pumpkin head in a Pipkin!
Whatever will they think of nexty next…
jugged hair, lungs tongues in arsenic, potted wimp?