dedalus Posted August 30, 2013 Share Posted August 30, 2013 We were snoozing happily in our hammocks when, with a surfeit of roaring soaring sound, the invasion arrived around teatime and from waters, rushing in a writhing ring, a feeble hand arose from the waves absent Excalibur. The smothered fish lay along the shore, and the mountains sank into the sea. This is not good, I remember thinking, as I raced to the palace of the Queen, the heady heave and clash of arms behind me, but her bloated face was a bawdy green and a cloud of flies were buzzing around: ‘ I perceive, milady, the realm is sinking’. Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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