Oct 08, 2005 16:21
Alec Speaking
He is putting it lithely when he says
Quobble in the Grass,
Strab he down the soddieflays
Amo amat amass,
Amonk amink a minibus
Amarmylaidie Moon,
Amikky mendip multiplus
A mighty midgey spoon.
And so I traddled onward
Caring not a care
Onward, Onward, Onward.
Onward, my friends to victory and glory for the thirtyninth.
In His Own Write dropped through the letterbox this morning. :D
poetry,
john lennon