A cup of orange tea Mr. Marquis?
The Marquis of the U.S.S.R. was awash with worry,
I'd better be weeping rather than sleeping she said
as the children burned so politely in their bed,
their blessed little fingers holding pinkies,
twenty four tiny deaths,
each one a mistake of course,
still,
there'll be time for crumpets and tea,
maybe some sandwiches and quiche
after all,
the funeral's only a formality.
The Marquis of the U.S.S.R. was awash with worry,
I'd better be weeping rather than sleeping she said
as the children burned so politely in their bed,
their blessed little fingers holding pinkies,
twenty four tiny deaths,
each one a mistake of course,
still,
there'll be time for crumpets and tea,
maybe some sandwiches and quiche
after all,
the funeral's only a formality.
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which story was it where the man was paralysed and lived in a canoe in his living room, I distinctly remember one of your stories about this.
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erm, I believe that the sequence would be kill, mate, feast. the kill is not the mate. One finds the mate after a successful kill (all in the spirit of drink,smoke, fight, fuck
night night! hehehe
xxx