“Laura saw a pretty butterfly.”
No, Laura, that’s a man dressed like a bee version of metal mickey for some inbreeding disco.
Srsly. SRSLY.
“Mr Edwards Is Cleaning Our Windows”
That’s right serf, you answer to mumsy!
‘We can all do eighths’ Oh wait, eights. We can all do eights. Oh no now that’s very clever. Well done us.
See now here, HERE, is the prudence of a private toff school education at work, teaching your children how to measure out eighths, somehow KNOWING they would end up at art college where the main currencies are drugs and inadequacy.
‘We All Love Singing’
We DO all love singing! Fuck yeah!
I Made A Paddling Pool In My Sandpit I think what I was essentially saying, was that I’d wet myself in the sandpit. And I got a gold star for it.
‘Georginar has a china tea set’ Georginar (sic) hosts the very best parties Kent’s high-society has seen, with her magnificent treasures from the far east, a ‘china tea set’. How very refined! She also appears, from the illustration, to have some kind of chicken holding a brutally-removed testicular gland. I knew then, I was to marry this woman, and we would remain happily wed until at least the age of five and a half, at which point I would have her shipped to father’s plantation in the colonies.
