May week 1998: Overnight Pnuting to Grantchester. Well, overnight for the
final pnut out of four, anyway, which took the slow and meandering route
and
had some
interesting adventures, as will be below communicated by our Herald Vee,
to the tune of a popular song.
*Mark in the Sky with Doseybat*
Picture yourself in a punt on a river
Sweet fluffy ducklings in pea soup of green,
Mark in the sky with doseybat. Ah ah.
Follow them down to a field by a churchyard
Pointy-eared people appear on the shore,
Mark in the sky with doseybat. Ah ah.
Picture yourself in a punt on the rollers
Mark in the sky with doseybat. Ah ah.
(soon to follow: slightly edited account (for length) of Interactive
Poohsticks, when Casby's premission is obtained)
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with tangling trees and rain-laden skies.
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
a girl who's completely pie-eyed.
clamouring after your bread.
Look for the punt with the Skeet in the front and it's gone.
where rocker-like horses have hair in their eyes.
Ev'ryone smiles as you drift past the nettles
that grow so incredibly high.
waiting to take you away.
Dance round the tree and then go for a wee and you're gone.
with ice in your blood and dawn in the skies.
Suddenly someone has drowned the umbrella,
the girl who's completely pie-eyed.
