Hot gossip this morning made myself sigh...an old gentleman knocked down by a car they said, with sparkle in their eyes each word juicy for those whom dwell in such news with even no time to take off their winter coats before the words poured forth...a man slashes a women they could not save her the hot whispered voices echoed, the chitter chatter brought no good news this morning..
I was glad to move out in my tiny red van with just my mind for company..oh better mention slut she will be most miffed if i leave her behind...there can be some comfort in working alone a choice to let the wireless spit or not....to wonder how Winnie-the-Poo and my old friend King Canute are doing resting on the bridge of life....Ash Wednesday i whispered their way...sssshhh...they say with squinted eyes, the lines on thier faces perhaps say they are too old for such....to worn out with this mountain of religious battle words on whether forty thousand virgins are up in heaven waiting for us...perhaps hell has forty thousand cocks waving in the furness vapours coming from the old steam engines..yummy says i....as Long John...wipes his glasses on his coat and drops a few words to say...So Goeth...
