Shineth the sun in this fair isle of ours this fine day, a gleeful amble through the orchard of life. Amidst urinating dog and VW van harken to the sound of a little bird.. speaketh now i uttered. its thy money good sir!
Bemused and confused i listened heartily to the diminutive heralds utterances, The little bird told me he had heard there was a new Trials machine imminent on the snotty mud spattered scene its name was A RICKMAN
He of the Shakespearean narrative i asked the bird nay he said (got that bit wrong hes a bird not a horse) He is white and Square like the a fore said actor but has a 1300 cross flow and was procured from a kindly gentleman of the south who dwelath amidst the scholarly folk in a town that has intelligent trees.
It was you sold him it then ROD! am i right
ODE TO ROD! Twas a sunny day in the orchard by A Rickman..
