Bing bong sing
I sang the song of humour
It was a lark with a Ying
For without it we are poorer
Bing bong sing
I sang the song of humour
It was a lark with a Ying
For without it we are poorer
Inspired by the book “Go Dog Go”
Ninja
Big ninja
Little ninja.
White Ninja, Black Ninja.
White and black ninja
Ok call them grey ninja.
Then black ninja in the roof
Wearing spikes
The White ninja under the floor
Of a burning house
The green ninja throw Bo shuriken
The red ninja otens out of the way.
I had had a restless night, and woken up in an cold sweat.
I was I front of an old gothic gateway.
The ironwork was once black but now it was rusted and rotten, the lock holding it closed. Perished at my touch. The gates swung open inviting me to enter.
Should I cross over the threshold?
Feck it this is a dream I thought. So walked across the courtyard to the old Mansion ahead.
It was a typical Georgian building the type these of wool barons had built during the peninsula wars. It was a mixture the house at Tatton Park and Capsthorne House.
I got to the big front door, but something told me to head to the right side of building. I continued along the path the house on my left.
As I passed the windows I felt I was being watched, tracked or even studied. I tried a sly glance, but saw nothing.
I found the side entrance it was a small Green door
I sat down for a moment
Why was this done
Well it’s was check the message was sent.
It had gone to my son
I looked at the screen
It flashed for some time
What was the respondant trying to gleen
Or was this a dream