Yesterday a friend published a Facebook status update about her buttocks, which her physiotherapist seemed to believe were the root of all evil.
Sounds like a poem to me …
Smatterings are small fish that should be eaten with horseradish and a miniature knife.
Smatterings are the repeated requests of a teenager’s parents, desperate to find out what the hell is wrong with the mute but clearly upset dishevelled heap.
Smatterings are not quite as shiny as sglossrings.
Smatterings can be found spinning around black holes emitting senergies as they rotate in four dimensions.
Smatterings could be jumbled stutterings.
Smatterings are little pockets of dwellings in Yorkshire, smaller than a village but bigger than a cuplouzes.