A S H Smyth

A cheeky robin pecks at my al fresco lunch. BANG! ………No more robin.

Master, due respect: No-one cares about the pond. Or the frog. ……………(Plop.) ……………………(Splash!)

My stomach holds forth: now, like a blocked-up U-bend; now, a woodpecker.

Ah yes… the Chelsea game. I had been wond’ring. (My train is full of cunts.)

My life sentence is very long and dull. With lots of semi-colons.