…typing a message that other people can read.
You two always say that I’m never on “the beans” and that I never write things for other people to read.
This is me proving that I do (occasionally) write things and that you two have done a reading of them. And just to prove that I’ve not just tossed off a quick missive in the vain hope of maybe achieving a bean, I’ve found you a picture of a squirrel with a beak.
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Nonsense. Piff and tish, I say. Not for ONE SECOND did I believe you were tossing off a quick post in the hope of getting a bean. There are eleven days left this month and you have just made your first post since October. No, the good ship Kev Won’t Score A Bean set sail long ago.
I know that squirrel!
You do? I’ve been trying to get a meeting with him for weeks. Do you think you could put in a word?
No sorry, it looked like someone I used to know but his eyes were spookier. Didn’t you used to play badminton with him though, Chris?
I did, but that was years ago. He dropped out of the All Leeds Woodland Creatures League with a gammy leg and I haven’t seen him since.
Here is my poem about a gammy leg.
Kick an egg
Leg is cack
That is going on a t shirt as soon as possible because if it doesn’t then i’ll pop.
That’s the kind of plan that makes me roll over in bed and sigh contentedly.
That’s the kind of plan that makes other inferior plans feel deflated and go away to take a good, long look at their lives.
Plans with gammy legs.
This reminds me of a poem that inspires me every single day of my life. Now how did it go again? Bee bay…
No, I don’t think that’s it.
No? Hmm. It wasn’t Billy Ocean again, was it?
Nah… that was Marti Pellow wasn’t it?