The day’s a-dawning hail and rain to London stopped at the platform under a wintry apple pie. A Gooseberry Puddin’, who was dressed in a beige weasel and stoat and black daisy roots, got onboard and moved her bacon and eggs quickly to find a tony blair to park her myleen klasse. Upon sitting down she was confronted by a heap of coke, with curly barnet fair on his loaf of bread, who was holding her centre half that she had dropped. Her once a weeks turned red and she said tom hanks. He lingered, it seemed like he had wanted to rabbit and pork, but didn’t and ball of chalked off. The next day’s a-dawning they took a butchers hook at each other and exchanged roof tiles. Sorted mate.