Moving home"Moving house is one the more stressful moments in life," claims Social Hand Grenade. What horrible things have happened to you as you shift your black bin bag of undies from one hovel to the next?
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chthonic, Tue 6 Jan 2015, 13:17)
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Once upon a time, there were some snails.From Failand they hailed. One day they qualied, railed, wailed, flailed, and, due to an excess of ale, ailed, went pale, frail, and – finally – failed to prevail.
One was devoured by a nightingale; one was jailed, then bailed, then inter-railed and derailed; two were trampled underfoot at a clearance sale; one got fired by e-mail; another got knifed in Ashton Vale; three went stale; one went beyond the veil; two more got lost on a false trail for the Holy Grail; one went blind and couldn’t get its head round Braille; one got bogged down in too much extraneous detail; one got blown up by a suicide bomber in Israel; one suffered a calamitous betrayal; another embarked on a disastrous career in retail; one couldn’t decide if it was male or female; one expired because it could neither inhale or exhale; one succumbed to limescale; one fell in love and was cruelly rejected and then committed suicide in Marseilles; one was lynched by incensed anti-gastropod readers of the Daily Mail; two sailed to Shale in a pail and got caught in a gale of hail and then got swallowed by a whale; and the last got impaled on a rusty nail.
What a sorry tale. The snails could have prevailed, but, instead – unfortunately – they failed.
(, Fri 16 Jan 2015, 22:23, closed)
Aw.I like snails.
(, Sat 17 Jan 2015, 17:25, closed)
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