I was
Yes I was
Descending the Stiperstones
When I
Recalled the order from home
To pick up a
To pick up a
To pick up a
To pick up a
To pick up a jar of Swarfega
And so returning to the car at Snailbeach, I set off in the direction of Montgomery, where I was more than
certain my need would be met by Bunner the chandler who sold everything. Entering the store, I nodded to an
In my haste to leave the store, I crashed into a Davenport, a drip-free teapot and a mannequin
dressed up as Warden Hodges.
I was
Yes I was
Descending the Stiperstones
Descending the Stiperstones
Descending the Stiperstones
A phallic watering can, a packet of Triffid seeds, an ice rink for a model village,
crucifixion nails, a pair of polo-necked jeans, a jar of language pills, a jigsaw of Nazi war
found only Spencer The Halfwit, sniggering the 46th Psalm.
Descending the Stiperstones,
Descending the Stiperstones,
Descending the Stiperstones.