Once upon a time back when
nights were nights (much as they are now?) there lived a large and noble
Aardvark called Napoleon. He was an ambitious Aardvark with dreams of world
domination and leading his army through Europe and over the Alps
on the back of Elephants, yes Napoleon was also a little mad. However his
dreams were thwarted by his army of aardvarks, as we can tell from the
following extract from his autobiography written as he languished in a Zoo on
Alba (sorry Elbow) many years later.
“They
were rubbish and ill disciplined and would dig holes in the parade ground
looking for grubs and not listening to a
single command it was futile, they may have been good at making trenches but
trench warfare was quite simply beyond their comprehension”.
Napoleon the Aardvark was
a single minded beast and remained focused on his plans for world domination
through his younger years, but he had a secret admirer a young Aardvark called
Josephine. Josephine was an aristocratic Aardvark who lived a life of luxury
and had rather expensive and unusual taste, particularly in what she ate. In
fact she insisted in only eating cake, all kinds of cake from Victoria sandwich to coffee and walnut or
fruit cakes to Apple upside down cake covered in cream and hundreds and
thousands.
She would often try and
gain the attention of Napoleon by taking various cakes to him at sunset and
once even took a loaf of bread, a commodity of great rareness in those days.
But it was to no avail, Napoleon the Aardvark was a man of few words and he
would look down on the cake and say to Josephine in his gruff moody voice . . . . . . .AH . . Not
Termite Josephine . . . .
In the end Josephine got
fed up with Napoleon and ran off with Lenin the Aardvark although it was not to
last due to his rather austere outlook on life, but at the time folk were
worried that Napoleon would be dead annoyed. But Napoleon was philosophical and
told his friends . . . Let Len eat cake
HAH AH AH HA HAHah ha ha
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hah a ha ha hah ah ah ha ha ha hah ah.
If a submarine is a vessel that travels below the sea, then a subterrine might be a good name for one that travels below the terra firma. We could seek the advise of moles.
ReplyDeleteMoles have a habit of always saying . . . The grass is greener on the other side. . . . Which in their own case is ironically always true......
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Its a turf job but somebody's got to chew it. . . . . .HAH HAHH HAH HAH Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hah ah ah ah ah ah ha ha ha ha ha
As the moles in the non-horizontal environments eXclaim, "hahahaha, that was hill-larious!!!" and "bore a zone of trails horizontal to the horizon!!!" which is their way of saying, "Go west, young mole."
DeleteHey Mr. R!
ReplyDelete"LET LEN EAT CAKE" Aha and is this where Napoleon pulled his bone apart?