The Tannoy Is Crackling But I Can

Out On The Moors, The Lonely Moors, I Roll Around In Sheep Poo. Heathcliff, It's Youuuuu, I Hate You, I Love You Tooooo. Let Me In, I'm Here, It's Meeeee, Catheeeeeeee. Look Out Of Your Windooooow.

Here Is Another Marvy Glimpse Into The Gothic Basement That I Call My Mind.

Rosie Get Off Your Desk, And Please Put Your Beard Away.

If You Fall Down Those Stairs And Break Both Of Your Legs, Don't Come Running To Me!

My Cousin Georgia Says That Boys Are Like Gazelles. She Says The Get Alarmed When They Get Close To Girls. And They Have To Leap Off Into The Woods Like Gazelles In Trousers. Or Have I Just Made That Up?