O brightly sings the cucumber his nostrils flaring wide. He hides among the dog whistles and peas. His curling tail goes round the church and tickles them all inside. The vicar cartwheels through the door and wears away his knees.
I grew up in the home counties around London during the 50's and 60's. Went to several art schools including Southend ,Chelsea and Manchester. Trained as a painter and printmaker but now mostly using collage. Collect novelty songs and old mail art amongst other things too numerous to mention.