A SONG OF LONGIN (to be sung to the tune of 'My T-shut Lies Over the Ocean')
Me parcil iz nott bin dispetched yut,
I wunder wer it iz now gorn.
I weightin some more and I hopin
Praps it wil arrrife in the morn.
Grivvance gerbils,
Huurrry up with your post van, pots van.
Greevunce gebrils,
Plees be as quik as you can.
I sed to DH that my t-shut,
'Rived but itz not actchuully mine.
I weightin some more and I hopin
Praps it wll arife at lunchtine.
Grivvance gerbils,
Huurrry up with your post van, pots van.
Greevunce gebrils,
Pleees be as quik as you can.
to be continewed...