Witterings

Got a song in my head at the moment, mary mary by choombawoomba I think, not sure, I think therefore I maybe am. Another random rambling attempt this is by the way which is one excuse for my diabolical grammar and spelling, so there; with cherries on top. Hmmm, bah, my mind is blank of random wibblings so why am I still typing, not sure, maybe my fingers need exercise, hup two hup two, stretch those fingers; nails down, pads typing, tip tappity tap tap
There once was a spleen called george
that was an abortive limeric attempt, anyone want to finish it?
Maybe I'll do some work...

haha.

Ahem.

Nostalgia

Bagpuss, dear Bagpuss
Old fat furry cat-puss
Wake up and look at this thing that I bring
Wake up, be bright
Be golden and light
Bagpuss, Oh hear what I sing

My horoscope

From The Onion

Capricorn: (Dec. 22—Jan. 19)
You will be forced to stop insulting others after everyone else in the world transmutes into rubber, while you, in turn, become glue.