william hogarth gave me babies and i keep them in a brass wheelbarrow. i take extra care not to steer over cobblestones for the rattle of the journey might bruise their pristine flesh. at night i keep my tiny tots in a coal bunker in the garden. the coal bunker is insulated and double glazed so the chill cannot enter and they are kept warm and snug.
i have names for my babies.
i call them cabbage, lukewhittle and farmtend.
they are easy to maintain and i feed and water them on a regular basis.
our daily walks takes us over hill and dale and the nice newsagent gives me a white bar of chocolate for my trouble.
"but it is no trouble", i mustard, "i enjoy taking my bairns out."
"what, over hill and dale?"
"indeed so", i reply, "over hill and dale."
the matrons of the charm school coo and flutter as i pass for they too love my cherubs. they love their button bright eyes and their pin prick teeth.
if you like i can furnish you with a photographic image of my babies.
would you like that?
would you like to seed my bairns?"
2 comments:
Very strong indeed. Musical with a hint of menace. (Can I have one?)
send your wants on a stomped undressed elephant
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