(Might be based on a true story…)
Charity begins at home.
So yours works locally? Good, I’m glad;
there are too many foreign beggars
we should simply leave to starve.
I’m glad this works in middle England;
we should only look out for our own;
it’s simple: let the others starve:
teach them to take responsibility.
We should only look out for our own.
I sold my parents’ stuff on eBay;
made me responsible online –
I had complaints about descriptions.
I shifted most of their shit on eBay.
I thought you’d like the stuff that’s left.
Why complain at my descriptions?
I have my rights, you know.
I thought you’d like the shit that’s left.
Desperate beggars would be glad of it.
I know my rights; I keep the rules:
charity begins at home.
I’m rattling around in the family mansion;
five bedrooms all empty; the Aga is cold.
I’m thirty and flirty and frightfully handsome
and you look just the woman to have and to hold.
The snow has melted, except for a few small patches on the northliest north slopes of North Hill.
Here’s a picture from the hills playing with the fake tilt-shift effect on the camera. My first time up there without Kassie.