Worm and toasty… aye thank youse

The wormery in all its bubble-wrapped glory.Brrrrrrr, it’s cold around Paddocks right now and all the cleverest burros are wrapping up their exposed areas for fear of profiteering welders. Last night, the lack of temperature in the air focused my thoughts (not to the mention fear of the grief I’d get from the mistress for killing another batch) on the plight of my poor little wormy helpers.

If the inhabitants of my street didn’t think I was loopy before (and they did, but I’ve never cared what they think anyway so that’s no great loss) the sight of me wrapping the wormery in bubblewrap in the dark with nowt but a tiny torch in my gob has sealed the deal. Still, my little mates are nice and warm and, from an earache point of view, joyfully still alive! Halleluiah!

 

4 responses


  1. Worm and toasty? They may be protected from the cold, but I’d hazard a guess that nothing can save them from your dreadful punning. Dangerous.


  2. I consider it a gift, the mistress a curse, but I pale next the punning genius that is Prof Monkey. You have been warned.


  3. I’ve bin accused of some things in my time but I don’t think I could wriggle out of that one even if I wanted to. Upset as I am i will try and (de)compose myself enough to say that Eisenia fetida to the back teeth of accusations of bad punning.


  4. …and that was some baaaaaad punning! Made me squirm, it did. I bow, sir for you are the king of bradling puns.

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