…nORTH aTLANTIK cONVOY SHIPS kAMU kHAZI flagged cREWED bY sCUM & sAWBONE tAR AND scurvy RUMbLINGS eavesdropped fRoM AN aPPLE cART IN cHAINS sTIngING lIKE THe seaside BEsIDE ThE sEA sTop
Ottie spotted whatshisface darting through the briny meadow chased by awesome owls freshly waxed mauve incandescent as nocturmal solifluxion made merry with the crockery
Fleur slashed in the well drawn room acting out all overcome feigning fly girl on a swing sporting giggle and flash Commando Figtree her ruby lipped succulence but briefly before crashers burst in to nibble little Lavinia, the scuttle fish ghoul. It was a mere afterthought to tip the wink to Soames it’s back to basics when the cock crows tango
In the temple Hamish craved his long lost sporren over Arbroath smokies yet on hearing the on stage ructions seized his moment to make off with Count Onanski’s hoola hoop on a whim. Oh to see their faces when the word gets out!
‘Slash & Burn. Slash & Burn. That’s all you hear these days…’
‘Oh do shut up and dice up your neeps. My God, is that our Hamish with a famous hoola hoop?
Exclaimed those that knew