There is a tent blowing down my road... a tent. and i had to attempt to move it from behind my gate to get out.
the lady next door said to trow it into the back allly (this involves taking the tent through my house into my back garden and lobbing it over my back wall...)
Rose, rose, rose, red Shall i ever see thee wed? I want to marry thee, Though thou art dead.
Isn't pretty? it was a thing from a place i went to and i looked it up and found it was a traditional song and i've just completely fallen in love with it.
its also a song by Emilie Autumn but she really does not do it justice!