There I was (not) on a July Morning

So there I was, not on a July morning, but on an August Afternoon, and I was looking for love.
I met this bird and decided on some fun.



(S)he led me down the graden path



And showed me the flowers, fortunately no bees around.



And beat about the bush.



Dam enjoyable.



Further down the garden path



And then to my horror, I burst my bubble. Someone had dumped her at the summit of Sir Lousyâ??s pass. A lousy thing to do, but after all she was only wanting a bit of a pomp. (Dis nou â??n op pomp pop se lot).



Soon I found that my path was blocked by a boggy marsh



I was on skid row.



and rocky roads.



And waiting for the bloo train.




All to the music of Uriah Heep (in case you did not know) O0