Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 343 & Part 344

 

Today is Thursday, the 6th of March 2025.

Oh, no, said Twenty-Five the little tawny owl, looks like we are finally stuck for good here in that small Mexican city on Federal Highway 2 that is called like a religious structure for sacrifices or offerings.

You mean because we can only travel at nights because of you and the bats?, asked one of the hardly hatched chicks.

No, no, no, he means we are stuck because of the penguins that can only waddle around, added one of the little red birds.

No, I think he means we are slowing you all down because we are snails and can only move in slowmotion, said one of the newly arrived snails. But that is only a false rumour. And we are no normal snails. We are racing snails. Wait and see.

And so six snails joined the twenty-six butterflies, the eighteen bats, the ten more chicks, the two chicks, the twenty-five chicks, the seventeen penguins, the nine little red birds and the one little tawny owl…

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"Corner Of The Bromford"

Little darlin' don't you see the sun is shining
Just for you, only today
If you hurry you can get a ray on you
Come with me, just to play

Like every humming bird and bumblebee
Every sunflower, cloud and every tree
I feel so much a part of this
Nature's got me high and it's beautiful
I'm with this deep eternal universe from death until rebirth

This corner of the Bromford is like me in many ways
I can sit for hours here and watch the emerald feathers splay
On the face of it I'm blessed when the sunlight comes for free
I know this corner of the Bromford, it smiles at me

So inspired of that there's nothing left to do or say
Think I'll dream, 'til the stars shine
The wind it whispers and the clouds don't seem to care
And I know inside that it's all mine

It's the chorus of the breakin' dawn
The mist that comes before the sun is born
To a hazy afternoon in May
Nature's got me high and it's so beautiful, yeah yeah
I'm with this deep eternal universe from death until rebirth

You know that, this corner of the Bromford is like me in many ways
I can sit for hours here and watch the emerald feathers splay
On the face of it I'm blessed when the sunlight comes for free
I know this corner of the Bromford, it smiles at me
I know this corner of the Bromford, it smiles at me

La-la-la la, la-la-la la, la-la-la la

This corner of the Bromford is like me in many ways
I can sit for hours here and watch the emerald feathers splay
On the face of it I'm blessed when the sunlight comes for free
I know this corner of the Bromford, it smiles at me
I know this corner of the Bromford, it smiles at me
Hey, I know this corner of the Bromford, it smiles at me
I know this corner of the Bromford, it smiles at me

"Bromford Boy"

A monk with a hard-on and a lavender robe
That scratches his thighs through the hat that he strode
As he follows a path filled with every desire
And mimics his footsteps and sets his prayers on fire

Well I too have chosen that which left no choice
To sing without loving, a solitary voice
To observe with passion each careful denial:
The protrusions which give my life meaning for a while

Sometimes I see you in berries and weeds
You're brushing your teeth with liquorice seeds
Standing too close, pulling your clothes
Smiling at God and the meaning of life grows

No and I'll never tell and I'll never know
What candles you light after the show
And I'll never tell and I'll never ask
The meaning of life after mass

Bromford and Wolf …

 

As the month of March marches on it arrives in a Monday of roses.

🎵 Wanna lay you down on a bed of roses. 🎵

»Stop singing, animal Jon Bon.«

»Why so serious, dude? Today is Rose-Monday, the highlight of the Klingon Karneval which takes place on the Shrove Monday before Ash Wednesday, the beginning of Lent.«

»Those are a lot of strange words you are using and a lot of stange days you are talking about. But at least this explains why you are dressed up like a wolf, llama.«

»Do you like my carnival costume, dude?«

»Looks quite realistic, one way or another. Just don't run into angry and armed farmers or hunters.«

»Come on, Brommy. Lift the corners of your mouth. This is going to be fun. Try to enjoy it as a little light up in these darkening world and times.«

»Not a big fan of organised fun and pseudo-militaristic march music and lockstep parades. Always feel those beating bass drum deep down to my guts.«

»Speaking of guts. You will love the day between Rose-Monday and Ash Wednesday, dude.«

»Freaky Friday?«

»No, much better. It's Fat Tuesday, dude!«

»Oi, I'm out! Wake me up when September ends.«

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Today is Monday, the 3rd of March 2025.

Bromford and Zebra ...

 

»Is it black with white stripes or is it white with black stripes?«

»Again, my dear llama«, I am all and personified politeness today, »I don't know what you are talking about. But please try to behave. We are having a guest for carnival this year.«

The llama is rolling its eyes.

»More like impersonated politeness, dude. Carnival? You mean like Mardi Gras? Feels more like carnivores all around us, dude. And I am talking about the greatest secret of zebras of all time, of course. Black with white stripes or white with black stripes? And? And? And? What is it? What is it? What is it?«

»Kylie called from the North Pole the other day.«

»Are you trying to change subjects here, dude?«

»No way, animal. She said they discovered a very rare species of zebras at the North Pole.«

»No way, dude. Sounds so very interesting. I can't wait till you tell me all about it.«

»Stop sounding so sarcastic, animal! The snow zebra - and stop rolling your eyes, yes that's what it's called - the snow zebra is white with white stripes. That's why it wasn't discovered until recently. It was all to well hidden in all that ice and snow at the North Pole.«

»I think you wrote about those animals before in this little, shabby blockblog of yours, human. And what does your guest, this other zebra think about all of this?«

»What zebra, animal?«

»The one with the four legs and the pyjamas over there, dude.«

»Oh, you mean my guest for carinval this year, animal? But that's no zebra. That is only a disguise. And a very good one if you don't recognize it. That is a pony dressed up like a prisoner in…«

»… black and white striped pyjamas.«

More eyes rolling and they would plop out of the llama's face and head.

»Ha, ha. What a joke - NOT. Ta, ta. Ta, ta. Ta, ta. Let the fanfares roll!«

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Today is Saturday, the 1st of March 2025.