oooooh you are awful but
you will still need too
ask Dave the Renegade to
dress as Freddie Mercury when
Muckaway does his Larry Grayson
act and say’s shut that
tailgate cos theres a cold
wind blowing right up your
back alley, where the wheelybins
shelter Tramps who once drove
sheep through streets in ■■■■■■■
in shiny green livestock trucks
which are disguised leisure centres
unlike muckaway`s noisy, dusty tippers
that stop for tea very
near the nuns` convent residence
in Wantage where Earthline drivers
p p p p pick up a penguin for
their evening meal at the
lay-by frequented by dogging couples