Monday 27 February 2012: Snails and Ales
~ Last one to the top buys the beer!
~ Hang on a bloody minute! You can't decide that now you're already near the bloody top!
~ It's always been the rule - last one buys the beer!
~ What if I don't ever get to the top? What if only you get to the top? Then you're last to the top. So you'll have to buy the bloody beer then mate!
~ Have you got an end in mind for this dialogue mate?
~ Not really. I'm trying to segue into something about there not being a pub at the top of this twig anyway... or maybe about where do snails keep money for beer...
~ But it's not really working is it?
~ I could probably get there eventually. Given time.
~ Give it up buddy. No-one's read this far anyway. They've all gone home. Or to the pub...
~ Yeah OK...
If you are still here... thanks for the love for Melon Heron. Some brilliant rhymes and ideas;
There once was a fellow named Paul
Who captured a gray bird so tall
It was the blue heron
That fish stealing felon
The mug shot's on blipfoto's wall.
And lots of other corkers if you have a look back!