The subject matter this year is home. I arrive home from an hard days toil I then take of me boots and remove the soil I'll sit down and eat me dinner Whilst watching TV, Noels always the winner Soon I will relax with a glass of wine Perhaps I'll visit screwfix and see who's online Check out my friends, who are all very fine
e i;ll need a quote tonight from roofers that are known for makein em watertight if it does't rain i'll be alright beneath the stars and moon but british weather won't stay bright so i'll need that roofer soon i've phoned the insurers and they say they've got a list of builders and they're the ones that we will pay no matter how you billed us but they won't come, i cry in vain i'm realy in a mess and now its began to rain oh yes oh yes oh yes (in a bulldog voice ) hows that for doggeral
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the kumquats, and cuff the carrits With a sweet juice; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells. Bosoms mmmmmmmm.
Looking down the boghole drain I saw a face I thought was Chris But it was only * * * anon [Edited by: admin]
Stood in the shower Looking down at me flower Me belly's too thick So I can't see me * Fact [Edited by: admin]