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Common Sense
Mr Reel-Fogg came home exhausted after a hard day of talking. Those green leather benches were so confoundedly uncomfortable and one could never recline in peace.
After a brief attempt to assist Mrs. Reel-Fogg to achieve her ambition of having twelve children he fell into a deep sleep.
Around one thirty in the morning there was a confounded noise outside. He sent Mrs. Reel-Fogg to investigat...
Sunday 10th November 2019 9:53 am
The Farce of the Fright Brigade
Apologies to Alf
I
Half a brain, half a brain,
Half a brain forward,
All in the vale of Despair
Groped the six hundred.
“Somewhere the Fright Brigade!
Run for the hills!” he said.
Into the vale of Despair
Groped the six hundred.
II
“Fumble, the Fright Brigade!”
Was there a plan arrayed?
Not that the Members knew
Someone had blundered.
Theirs not ...
Monday 9th September 2019 10:26 pm
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