Today has been a nice sunny day, so I wandered out for a pleasant stroll in the countryside. Crossing this lovely field full of cowslips, I stopped to admire them. But then I noticed a nasty bit of random litter – a dirty cup full of old Twix wrappers.
As I was reaching down to pick it up (and ‘Keep Britain Tidy’), this ugly youth leapt out from nowhere (they often do, these ugly youths). Shouting obscenities, he wanted this horrible Twix-laden cup to stay there. “Leave it!” he shouted, his top lip curling aggressively.
I tried to reason with him, but all I got back from him was a load of lip. The cheeky bugger. I feared he would attack me, so I gathered handfuls of cowslips (well-known for their peace-giving properties) and hurled them at the foul-mouthed yobbo. Most of them fell short and landed near the discarded cup.
So take heed. There’s many a cowslip ‘twixt Twixxed cup and lip.
Farmchair Filosophy - being a harvesting of my ponderings from my wanderings over the hills, including re-workings of philosophy and ancient wisdom within an agricultural and bucolic paradigm, axioms, hammerisms, maxims, minims, aphids and aphorisms.
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