Only yesterday when the headlines told me we're okay,
we're on the mend,there's improvement on the way
Only yesterday and I paid to read it,paid to read that crock of..
.. in a bit I'll get over it,get over all the barefaced lies
that I read in the daily, which I now despise and
I shall not buy that rag again.
At times the news is,to say the least,less the news,more of a feast
of fairy tales.
i.e
Mother Hubbard had no home,had no cupboard and therefore did not give her dog a bone but they say she did.
Well,
she got rid of that old Mutt and now lives in a garden hut,but the papers never tell you,do they?
Make hay says the Times,
which Hay? say I
Will hay? he's dead
Hay On Wye?
but that's in Wales and holds another crock of fairy tales.
Mary never had a lamb or if she did she ate it one day,when in a jam and had no food to give the brood back home
which by the way was by a field of hay and the home where Mother Hubbard once gave a dog a bone
and that was only yesterday.
I'l go online today
it's far less confusing.