It Was ADream. By CpSingleton © 2017
I just had a rare conversation with a spider who said he’s the reincarnated soul of Wilson J Pliggett!
He said not to worry. It will all come out in a cosh. And whoops up side your head. Your head and not mine, of course. I’m his favourite.
We then moved onto politics.
He used to be in parliament for the Daily Queens, don’t you know? Fourteen hundred different elections.
I think he said election. His sibilant sounds are okay, but he rasps like a mother on his r’s.
I was quite enjoying his company, and the dream, until he told me to vote Dis-may.
I told him,
‘The women is a flatulent crone, who wants to do harm to foxes, pensioners and the un-wealthy un-healthy and can’t talk sense because her pustule-filled lips are tight around a Farty president’s tiny Lyndon B Johnson. ‘
‘They want to do away with the NHS, for goodness sake! It may not be perfect and makes mistakes, but so does everyone.’
It huffed and skittered away to another dream, where we are lucky it can’t vote, as it’s a spider.
Let’s not carry on with the Conservative dismantle of everything we hold dear:
This is been a party political broadcast from the northern front of the #Sicktofuckofthesecons-ervatives.