The way I see it, these days there’s a war on, right and, ages ago, there wasn’t a war on, right? So, there must have been a moment when there not being a war on went away, right, and there being a war on came along. So, what I want to know is: How did we get from the one case of affairs to the other case of affairs?
I heard it was because a bin liner blew up a twin's trousers and then a sad man who stains got caught in a rack.
Would you like to hear my war poem? It's called "The Iranian Bombs".
Boom boom boom boom....
