Friday 12 September 2014

Another page of silly words


Friday tenf sept innit twentyfourteen, said a wholehearted American.

Let them infer.

A bold and majestic objective
‘But’, Admiral Andrews supposed, ‘if they are to infer, then the message from which they are intended to infer, must be a bloody good one.”
            “What about instruction?” said Bob.
            “So long as the instruction is sufficiently inspirational in its demonstration,” considered quickly the Admiral, “instruction is fine.”
            “Nevertheless,” avidly added Andrews, “with the big insights and inspirations and whatnot, they must infer.”
            “Why’s that?” queried Bob.
            “It’s more exciting that way,” he stated, simply.
            “And prithee tell me why,” commanded Bill.
            “Because the light that lives around the truth will last forever in such specific instances of epiphanic wonder.”
            His words were so reassuring that all that were present, spontaneously spiralled into somersaults of delight; which made everyone laugh, of course.

            So gratefully reassured by the Admiral’s world of words was Bob, that he continued in exaltation unto the Radio Station, whereupon he said a bright hello to the security guard, who was rapping, impersonationing and inflexing with daytime-shift-joy, not to mention admirably wanton oblivion.



Why did he say ‘doth’ not 'does'?
Becuz Mecuz Becuz
Da wundaful wizzie of
…What you starin’ at bruv?

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