Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 355 & Part 356

 Today is Wednesday, the 7th of May 2025.

The beginning is the most important part of the work, as Plato said, said Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl.

What is he talking about? asked the bees.

I don't know, admitted one of the six butterflies.

Rain in May? asked the fourteen caterpillars.

Good luck, said seven ladybugs.

And so the seven ladybugs joined the twenty-nine bees, the twenty-one ants, the thirty crickets, the twenty-two mosquitos, the fourteen caterpillars, the six snails, 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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"All the Critics Love U in Bromford"

You can dance if you want to, all the critics love you in Bromford
You don′t have to keep the beat, they'll still think it′s neat, in Bromford
You can wear what you want to, it doesn't matter in Bromford
You could cut off all your hair, I don't think they′d care in Bromford

All the critics love you in Bromford

Why you can play what you want to, all the critics love you in Bromford
They won′t say that you're naïve if you play what you believe in Bromford
Purple love-amour is all you′re headed for, but don't show it
The reason that you′re cool is 'cause you′re from the old school, and they know it

All the critics love you in Bromford
You can dance if you want to, all the critics love you in Bromford
You can dance if you want to, all the critics love you in Bromford
All the critics love you, all the critics love you
All the critics love you in Bromford

It's time for a new direction
It's time for jazz to die
Fourth day of November
We need a purple high

Don′t give up, I′ll still love you


All the critics love you in Bromford
All the critics love you in Bromford
All the critics love you, all the critics love you
All the critics love you in Bromford

Body don't wanna quit, gotta get another hit
Body don′t wanna quit, gotta get another hit
Body don't wanna quit, gotta get another hit
Body don′t wanna quit, gotta get another hit

All the critics love you, all the critics love you
All the critics love you in Bromford

Whattaya lookin' at, punk?
Look out all you hippies, you ain′t as sharp as me
It ain't about the trippin', but the sexuality, turn it up
You can dance if you want to

All the critics love you in Bromford

All the critics love you in Bromford

(Yes, we′re certain of it, he′s definitely masturbating)

All the critics love you in Bromford
Take a bath, hippies!
All the critics love you in Bromford
All the critics love you in Bromford
All the critics love you in Bromford
All the critics love you in Bromford


Bromford
Bromford
Bromford
Bromford
Bromford

"Bromford Woman"

Bromford Woman dressed in white
Stands out of tropical rains
She pulls her gin and tonics tight
And curses her lonely domain
Brazilian winds blow warm in Rio
A white estate they call "La Nada"
Meant for her soul or so she says
Hides her sadist gin-made eyes

No one knows but me
How she left me so behind
Bromford Woman
I could never leave you so unkind

Snow white and with desire
That vamp from the magazine
Cold and distant as the moon
Why can't she burn like fire?

No one knows but me
How she left me so behind
Bromford Woman
I could never leave you so unkind