Sunday 3rd August, 2014
Welcome brave space and time adventurer to the FUTURE! You have travelled a long and winding way, from 2011 to 2014. It has been a tiring journey I assume, so you will need rest.
Lay your head down on the nearby pile of rusty rust and i shall sing you a soothing lullaby to help you drift off to the land of noddy-bies. I only ask you don't peek at me whilst I sing, i get terrible debilitating stage fright
Go to sleepington, and good nightington
Don't wakerly every hour
Go to sleepington and good nightington
Or you may get devoured
Peaceful sleepington and silent nightington
Did i forget to mention the demon
Peaceful sleepington and silent nightington
He looks a lil like Morgan Freeman
Your a sleepington it is nightington
Don't panic if you see him
Your a sleepington it is nightington
He is really rather dim
I hope that soothed what ails ya. As with every nursery lullaba-rhyme, this one too holds a moral.
It's all and mainly, but not exclusively, about not judging a book by its online reviews.
I mean sure some people will say it sucks and should never have seen the light of day, but who are they to judge, i don't see them slaving away at a typewriter all day long, and i'v looked.
How dare they pass such harsh criticism on someone else's blood sweat and words. I mean really, how rude, i'v got a good mind (citation needed) to go on over there right now and give them a piece of my mind, along with a piece of my foot up their ass.
Makes my blood boil, which as i found out is no good what-so-ever for making a cup of tea. So what am i meant to do with all this boiled blood, huh? you tell me? your the smarty pants in this one sided converse-athon.
No? Didn't think so.
MC Mc-Daddy Out!
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