no word of a lie…
Twelph-thurty summat
Finds Us
Rocking away on various
Salad leaves, rocket, chive, spindle,
giant salmon tickled pink
Small Jonah Codd,
and a good shurp of
Dial-a-Lie-Schmoliticks.
Sure
The Brother will sort it out,
I’m as sure as eggs is eggs.
Time for wine & shut windows.
The airing of the stench is done.
Were you made aware
Stale air oxidises in mist?
Much like cobwebs &
everything else that springs
to mind at this wild juncture