An improvisatory, essentially indefensible, randomly configured tragi-comedy
(no great revelations are likely to be accrued from its consumption)
29 September 2012
Another knock knock
Buff Ermine at the front door, showing how badly evolved he is for playing 'knock down ginger'. Oh, he can knock alright but he just doesn't have the turn of pace to run away. Now sat in the corner of the flower bed (facing the wall) thinking about what he just did.
PS. Any dissenters regarding the identification, speak up or forever hold your peace/piece (depending on the type of person you are).