How dare you disrespect me?
You run me over on the zebra crossing.
Well, I tell you laddie,
I was at the Battle of Culloden
And I've aged a bit since then.
So I'll get you next time with your go-faster car,
and I'll tweak yer thrackles with a spiny spoon.
It ain't over until the fat lady sings!
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This blog is far from over, and yet I am still getting to grips with being
back to my humble, ever so humble origins, here on Blogger.
She's off again, ...
11 years ago
I like. I like a lot. This will be my battle cry around the town when I'm crabby and people cut me up on a crossing!
ReplyDeleteFibber! You were NOT at the battle of Culloden; I saw you in Iceland! Ooh, you are sooooo full of it!
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