Jings, crivvens chums, I've had a divil of a week! Caught a very nasty stomach bug at the weekend, but even with all portholes awash I felt I couldn't leave my tender blog beloveds high and dry. So here for you (through a haze of diced carrots, and it's not over yet let me tell you,) is the final ravishing installment of my sugar-sweet alphabet.
I can see you salivating, so please do jump right in . . .
M is for Mattock
Fer shiftin' da muck.
N, Neanderthal,
Not as dumb as they look.
O, Oppidum.
(The folks on the hill.)
P, Projectile,
'Set phasers to kill.'
Q, we form them,
I can see you salivating, so please do jump right in . . .
M is for Mattock
Fer shiftin' da muck.
N, Neanderthal,
Not as dumb as they look.
O, Oppidum.
(The folks on the hill.)
P, Projectile,
'Set phasers to kill.'
Q, we form them,
Down at the dole
R is for Reason
Backfilled in a hole
S is for Stones,
There's Keith and there's Mick.
T, Trepanation,
A hole does the trick.
U, is for Ur,
Where Sir Len did his duty.
V is for Venus,
With the big 'ghetto booty.'
W, for Wattle,
All daubed in s**t.
X, I'm eXhausted
Had enough, I'll admit.
Y makes me sorrY,
This was ever begun.
Z, Zhoukoudian.
And WooHoo! I'm-a-done!
Some improvement in my medical condition today. Keeping breakfast down.
ReplyDeleteFound this site and it made me larrf. I give lectures to students about prehistory - please may I borrow some images for a PPT (no publication just internal use).
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