||[May. 11th, 2008|11:37 am]
8 or so bees in my bonnet
|||||fairport convention - come ye all||]|
there were two starving donkeys in my garage.
they had badly broken legs and were in a right old state
i fed them frozen peas.
and selections from a basket of seasonal vegetables.
cut to gill's bedroom. laser movement detectors everywhere.
'did you put them out of their misery?'
'what are you? some kind of janine bond?'
then, at the school fair.
i had a baby strapped to my chest.
in a pampouse facing outwards.
i pointed to the (now very short legged) donkey that was facing us
'look, she's taking off her hat off for the night.'
as she took off her hat for the night,
she's going to bed.
and then lots of other short legged donkies formed a short legged donkey pyramid
that enabled short legged donkey no1 to reach her resting quarters.