Sunlit uplands (Remove filter)
Per Ardua ad Astra (now with audio)
Pinocchio Johnson and Tim,
What a combo was ‘Spoons and Wrecksit,
Being egged on by Farage’s grin.
But the Moggian uplands aren’t sunlit,
Now we’re weeping into our gin,
As we crunch on our unicorn shit,
It’s a damn sight more ardua than astra,
To be frank, it’s a bloody disaster!
Wednesday 7th June 2023 10:03 am
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