ROSSETTI
Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday to me,
…
What are the words again?
Why, oh why, has nobody come to my party? I am so alone, with this
E-number-riddled smartie cake and the creeping onset of paranoia. Has my
legendary charisma failed me at last? Have I had sex with too many of my
friend’s wives?
In retrospect, may have been too drunk to issue invitations. Had wondered
why there was no Thursday this week.
No matter. Why sit around with fellow poets and artistic shiny folk when you
can shove uniforms on wombats and woodchucks and have them re-enact the
battle of Trafalgar, ambling across the living room floor in a threatening
manner with tiny cannons and marsupial-sized rifles?
It’s like real war, only slower and more cuddly.
*Fly, my womberific comrades! Slay those cute, furry Frenchmen!*
Happy birthday to me,
…
What are the words again?
Why, oh why, has nobody come to my party? I am so alone, with this
E-number-riddled smartie cake and the creeping onset of paranoia. Has my
legendary charisma failed me at last? Have I had sex with too many of my
friend’s wives?
In retrospect, may have been too drunk to issue invitations. Had wondered
why there was no Thursday this week.
No matter. Why sit around with fellow poets and artistic shiny folk when you
can shove uniforms on wombats and woodchucks and have them re-enact the
battle of Trafalgar, ambling across the living room floor in a threatening
manner with tiny cannons and marsupial-sized rifles?
It’s like real war, only slower and more cuddly.
*Fly, my womberific comrades! Slay those cute, furry Frenchmen!*