Grimbeau

The World of Sport.

forty thousand headmen rummage in the tummy. Yes guys, grub’s up! Sense of humour vacation; Mastermind your manners. Cormorant sandwich craft shop at Vivid Slobs. The How! The hell! Into the nitedark thunk and footfall of footpads and poops: planning permission grunted. Posit over that there, plummy and pipe cleanerly: Puffin on a cheroot. Gazeful of the Titian egg and soubriquet sandals. Beater Stuyvesant goes up in smoke; clam driver dorwning; lampshed and Romanov: reel purty Faberge muffin. Clop!

…

october bit two.

Time for a kick in the balls?

Forty seven head boys all in a row;

And ‘If’ one green headboy should accidentally fall?

Forty six won Nations banging on the floor:

A Barber’s floor!

Adagio for Skins; the Book of Common

Dare; St. James Infirmary Druze;

Quinn crying: ‘Muldoon of Finisterre…Davy Jones’

Beta Mocha, (mush lamented skipper

Of The Good Ship Lollipop) Tossed at

Seas like a top; then, plop there goes another

Blubber Free Ant.’

These are the days of our lives!
Doss days of monocle & blunder:
Time for a kick in the balls?
Forty seven head boys all in a row;
And ‘If’ one green headboy should accidentally fall?
Forty six won Nations banging on the floor:
A Barber’s floor!

Adagio for Skins; the Book of Common
Dare; St. James Infirmary Druze;
Quinn crying: ‘Muldoon of Finisterre…Davy Jones’
Beta Mocha, (mush lamented skipper
Of The Good Ship Lollipop) Tossed at
Seas like a top; then, plop there goes another
Blubber
Free
Ant.’