Sunday, November 19, 2006
King to pauper
Oh look. It's that time again. Mid-month. Time to hand back my king's crown. Hand back my king's robe and sceptre and jewels; and don the old rags of a beggar. Time for my old shoes with the holes in. Time for my old moth eaten overcoat, time for my bread and cheese. And time for..... 'Hey! Someone stop that pigeon. He's just run of with my bread! Oi! Come back........!