From Our Own Correspondent
by grimbeau
Tuesday tunic: middle August, middle Earth…
Golden dawn, drowsy ursine shadows play it doggo
Down In Drongo-Drongoland
Graeco-Roman holds Cricklewood gripped by the wee small ones
History by the shed load made down the bomb farm
Skin needs tender loving care provider
Ratty old ladies don’t pay lip service
Down In Drongo-Drongoland
Acacia tabernacle robbed by yobs to tooth fairy
Radical solitaire Basho getting underway
old leaves turning brown as phenomenal berries
bunch to bear bitter winter fruit
lose the race as eight bells ring
seven got knocked out
Down In Drongo-Drongoland