Here is the finest tram poetry in the world. As all rainbow clowns know, without trams the rainbow clown movement would have been set back decades, to at least 1981. We should always be thankful for trams and what not.
Trams trams trams are grate
trams are very very very grate
grate grate grate
grate grate grate
da da da da da da da
Trams are grate they are oh yes yes yes
Guard your front gardens, the floating clogs of Norman are swashing themselves north at a great rate. How many great rates though? How many packets of crisps will your uncle have to consume from the front parlour, his knuckles on fire and his beard a mess of vegetable failings as he drearily goes on munching like a mouthful of rabbit?
Rainbow Clown News suggests kettles. Fire you your kettles Rainbow Clowns! Turn them on up to full capacity! Watch as they heat, they get warmer and hotter and blow their stacks and let you know they are ready with their minor oceans of hot bottle water products.
Meanwhile, don’t forget Norman is to blame for all of this. He lies in his southern gutter with his pet beard watching the stars like a cat. Write to him! Send him notes! You know how it goes.
Here he comes. See him over there coming down the road, broke, falling apart, shambling like a couple of birds in a bronze cage. Friday can’t come soon enough for Campbell. It is the end of the week and he is due a shave.
Shavig takes hours for Campbell. Friday afternoons smell of great handfuls of old cream pastered against the walls of his bathroom as he opens the green windows wide and describes his progress jaw to jaw. He brandishes his razor with strange perfume suddeness and probably thinks he’s doing a good job. The janitors who clean it up hours later never agree, and write novels about the ordeal.
Campbell expects to put out a number of show bags at this year’s world’s fair. They are likely to include personal mirrors and elbow protectors. His jobs continue to grow like cyclones.
More talk of The Widge. Rainbow Clown News understands that great feeble swash brittle faced so n so of the sands is on his way. Make your homes pleasant and neat for The Widge. He is more than likely to be paying a visit and drinking your cordial. Yes.
