Lady Bracknell
Handbag at Dawn
A blinding epic, Easy10! A new poet in residence emerges!!!
I'd only add a tiny contribution after the lines:
"Hasty phone calls then were made, Lord B in some annoy
As he barked fiercely down the phone "Just move your arse, Fatboy"...
Then Roz's phone began to ring, she looked at it with fear
Lord B was calling her to bawl "Why aren't you chislas HERE!"
I'd only add a tiny contribution after the lines:
"Hasty phone calls then were made, Lord B in some annoy
As he barked fiercely down the phone "Just move your arse, Fatboy"...
Then Roz's phone began to ring, she looked at it with fear
Lord B was calling her to bawl "Why aren't you chislas HERE!"