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