that lean-to effect is my bad,
you see I pushed against it,
all six foot two
and twelve and a bit
stone of me
until over it went
with a creak and a squeak
but all I said was oops-a-daisy.
The lazy if tall fucker that I am,
I just turned and walked away.
SHARE, MY PRETTIES, SHARE!
I have acolytes. We eat quiche. We will fight the Anti-Quiche and its dark summoner as foretold in well-cooked prophecies contained within the Book of Delia. I write poetry, stories, rustle up a little political prose and generally lark about with chickens and friends. I enjoy life more and more as time goes by. I've got books for sale. Buy them. They're very good. Ask an acolyte!
