A young man was strolling down the street.
As he passed a large building with a fence around it, he heard a group of people chanting: Thirteen, thirteen, thirteen over and over again.
Curious, he tried to see over the fence, but couldnt.
Then he spotted a small hole in the wood and put his eye to it.
He just managed to spy a group of old people sitting in deckchairs chanting, before a finger came out of nowhere and poked him in the eye.
As he staggered back, the old people started chanting, Fourteen, fourteen, fourteen
Possum; AKA:- Ali El-Aziz Mohamed Gundawiathan
Sent from my imperial66 typewriter using carrier pigeon, message sticks and smoke signals.
Bit like fishing....eh?
Make it Snappy......Bob
It keeps older people out of trouble and something to do.
Blues man.
