Meantime, in the But End

Bursting out of cakes, jumping over gates, buttering hakes, for heaven sakes, taking no second takes.  Having hakes with chips, contractually fulfilling Blips, another pound on my hips, Robert Crumb's daytime trips.  Tripping off the tongue, going for a song, Mr Bell's ding dong won't last so very long.  F11 or F8, the tripod's in a state, Mono Mundane waits, Tiny Tues fakes, favs and stars are sprinkled, CMC's piano is tinkled, music teacher's frown, the piano lid was down.  Bill Board's overlooked, the books are over cooked, the sinker line is hooked.  Flashing blue light is an emergency Blip, shooting from the hip, Ed Marimba was Art Tripp.  Strange things happen in Blipland.Thanks to Crambler for hosting Frivolous Friday. I didit my weigh.   Fourteen stone two without stocking or shoe.  Count the numbers, Dulwich still slumbers.  This Blipper is deluded, batteries not included.The Current Mrs Creel wasn't available for torment. My Blip appraisal indicates I need to take Blip more seriously.

Are you listening Daphne Broon, Chris Guthrie, The McGarrigle Sisters, Sandy Denny, Carla Bley, Nan Shepherd, Lulu MacDuff, Sandra Voe, Eleanor Bron, Shelagh McDonald and Clicknafea, where life began.