of a swan.
its not the most exciting life but, cmon, swans have that neck, you know what that comes in handy for? thats right, looking over tall things, like walls and coffee mugs.
the swan wakes up, and like any selfrespecting male, rubs his genitals. mostly to make sure they havent dropped off in the night. the swan then nips to the shop for a box of snail eyes and saunters round the corner to feed the humans at the pond. i know, i know its usually ducks AND the other way round but who said this post had anything to do with anything, i didnt im merely writing the bastitch. so enjoy it while it lasts coz you know, when it ends, it ends... well guess what. its ending now. your not getting to know how the story ends.. make up your own ending if you wish.
peasoup!
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