Grimbeau

Our Zero is back.

Huzzah, huzzah…

Back triumphantly from Nodl,

festooned with laurels,

plaudits,

smelling of spring fresh mint and lavender thongs.

– Have a cigar!

– Thunk yew muchly…

Don’t tow:

Shell.

Wish like new comer: wash like an old comer

…say lurvee, say lurgair.

Life’s so unfair.

Weeps lots.

Drugstime;

coffee two.

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?