There is a most curious tale
told in the inn of Maida Vale
that in the village of Black Rock
that there are strange going ons with little people
that do dwell under the ground
They said they could hear them
scrubbing under ladies hems
trying their best
just to clean them
They call them imps
some say they are blimps
with the threatening length
of about a twelfth of an inch
They did much mischief
all around black rock village
but they lived here first
before the big people did come along
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 4:09 PM UTC
There is a most curious tale
told in the inn of Maida Vale
that in the village of Black Rock
that there are strange going ons with little people
that do dwell under the ground
They said they could hear them
scrubbing under ladies hems
trying their best
just to clean them
They call them imps
some say they are blimps
with the threatening length
of about a twelfth of an inch
They did much mischief
all around black rock village
but they lived here first
before the big people did come along
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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