Some song lyrics misheard over cafe hubbub…

But first…
Dulltown, UK: Today’s unusual pencil sharpener is the one shaped like a meteor shower sparkling in a black velvet sky.
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‘The night came in snarling…’
‘Love your souffle and your bike girl.’
‘Chimney got spells, I am deep deep, whoa!…’
‘This love is fried in your eyes baby.’
‘I know, I know, I know… mittens…’
‘Shop stain, shop stain. You say! You say!’
‘There’s miles of sea, don’t be boxy baby.’
‘Now get your yells together now.’
‘You open your eyes, ah-ha, rumpy-o-reepo!’
‘Far ah-ha trot, yesterday I can not believe.’
‘More than wet knee, so much more…’
‘At a door, turn off the wedding, get now small Tammy.’
‘Up the wave, a one night stand girl.’
‘I’m in the mood for a double-D whoo-ee.’
‘Did-a-no, did-a-no, just hold on to my wrapping…’
‘It was droopy lumber like a creep in the night.’
‘A smile in a visor like you do so ready girl.’
‘Mountains in my hair stole away my silent smile.’
‘Happy is the harp, the spider, is fine…’
‘Tell me the smallest tambourine.’
‘A whale sometimes, yeah yeah yeah…’

If you would like some information on how these items are collected you could click here.

About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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