His name is Bispam Tragacanth He strides around the Stray. The War made him a hero, Then it took his wits away His toecaps shine like mirrors And his buttons are brass-bright As ramrod-straight he marches round Defending chosen bits of ground Responding to the bugle sound That calls him to the fight. For he […]
Archive for January, 2011
Can you believe some ruthless thug, has gone and nicked my favourite mug? It was a precious thing to me, held just the right amount of tea, and stuck with me for many years through joy and sadness, smiles and tears. And now it’s gone without a trace. There are some thieves around this place. […]
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