WEDNESDAY : ANOTHER DAY OF FEAR
Just realised that the rubbish MEN come in the early hours of a Thursday. I need to make sure that all the rubbish is out there and available for due collection.
Me missus has threatened to put ME in a plastic bag tonight.
Wish me luck.
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8 comments:
No doubt, if the dustmen complain of the smell, she'll be able to point to the dead cat in the other black bag. Justice is putrid.
Wrap you up in clingfilm she will.
"Wrap you up in clingfilm she will."
Then kills you with a frozen leg of lamb.
Freezes you.
Feeds both the leg of lamb, and the slaughtered one, to the straying cat, before reporting you misssing.
The investigating policeman becomes friendly with that stray cat and adopts it. Yet he soon tires of it. He goes on holiday, leaving the cat trapped between floors in an elevator.
Carnivalesque theme tune then follows.
Lycra?
I am shocked.
I will soon be in Finland, I tell you.
Lock up your daughters, grandmothers, politicians etc.
It's beginning to sound like "On Ilkla Moor Baht 'at"...
oh no it's not.
I look after me worms I do.
The rubbish men are different.
They do not "look after their worms" at decent times.
Rubbish men come at anytime.
"Some younger singers, especially in the Scouting movement, add the responses "without thy trousers on" after the fourth line of each verse, and "where the ducks play football" after the seventh."
Awkward song to sing that.
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