Then please allow me to transport you back to a desolate 18C moor, where seasonal moor rambler Evergreen Elsie is bashing hell out of her latticed bedroom window and screeching her insistence that her husband - Hosiery Merchant, Keith Spliff, let’s her back in. She’s been outside scrubbing the roof again!Yes, the outline of her next book is about the ghost of a girl with a tatty head who wanders across the moors and knocks on the windows of a dilapidated house, moaning about a tanning mitt. A passing traveller has taken refuge but decides to leave as there are no functioning toilets in the guest bedrooms.
Cue music…
Buggering Tights…
Out on a boring windy moor
I set my scene in green
I have a temper like you’ve never seen
My God, I’m greedy!
I’m haunting you, I’ll cut you through
I’m Goose you’re Boo - or else we’re through
I’m telling you…
Bad scenes in the night
You’re throwing up and that ain’t flippin‘ right
I really blame your
Buggering, Buggering, Buggering Tights
Keith Spliff…it’s me, it’s Elsie, I‘ve come home
I’m - so cold - let me in like a bimbo
Keith Spliff….It’s me I’m Elsie, I’ve come home
I’m so cold, let me in like a bimbo…
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