Friday 26 February 2021

And so, as she sang "everything's just all right..."


Mine, first.


And I dance to her, even after at last dumping him.

That Homeric so called narrator.

And her - the orange Top, well, I still don't know.

"Undoing..." as she sings. Loud. But.

It's the accompaniment.

The slithers of such picturesque perfection.

That come over, now.

With such a simple new old system.

Everything's just all right.

But stop the presses, her with her new mini-sausage


In the sunshine.

As did the crazies, and their thermos flask on their bench.

Outside in the sunshine.

Against some law?

Who cares.

They 'get' it, too....