I think I may have inadvertently ordered a t-shirt but what the hell!
I’m so angry about T**** that I can’t even blog about it. So this has provided a welcome little distraction and has inspired a poem of sorts.
Green happy home and
Life like little local love.
Lovely lovemaking loves
Objectionable old painter.
Think three times tommy
Of two united Weevils.
Somewhat like those fridge magnets you can play about with: you always have to butcher things about a bit, pull a leg off an X to make a Y or remove an S to fit your syntax.