Wednesday, June 29, 2011

A poet is a man who manages, in a lifetime of standing out in thunderstorms, to be struck by lightning five or six times.

Now, we'd just hate it for a rock – say, like this one – to accidently smash your front windscreen. This is a good clean beach see. We'd HATE it to happen.

That's why we operate this little enterprise. You pay us, and we make sure ‘accidents’ like that just don't happen. Capisce?


Roddy said...

Yes. He certainly does seem to be weighing up your options.

Tash said...

Hee-hee! Ezra rocks!
Has a nice cap too.

Kris said...

Roddy, criminal.

Tash, Jen knitted that.

Roddy said...

Did he rock your boat?