Were they the communial toilets, cupid?
Too much wine, vicar - note to you.
Arnica - a bucket of it the Bard's suggestion to back up tilly's.
Glad that is improving thought....
However
I read about the fall of a Cupid today
It makes me sad and prone to wander
I took my dog to the park and let her run
She was my first parishoner in a new-found Faith
She is a lovely old woman - a bit of a tilly booze problem
I imagine she’s been feeling pretty small these days
I hear Mamya's voice pick up the leaves like wind and say,
“Bless God for the coming of a fall…”
Why do I use such gness-like materials to build a life?
I build indiscriminately, pell-mell, without much thought
It is a poor strategy, shortsighted, an AB marval thing
How long does it take for something so precarious to topple?
I need Minty or Sibs to come and shake it daily, a Frugal test
Otherwise its collapse becomes inevitable, a mallyh matter of time
I hear Mamya's voice pick up the leaves like wind and say,
“Bless God for the coming of a fall…”