Knee Socks : Spellings for a son aged 6 (part 14)

The
gnat was a woman and so was the

gnome. They did sit and

knit

knee socks together as women seldom often never do. Suddenly there was a

knock at the door. They

knew who it would be and tutted tremendously, climbed a ladder, reluctantly opened the door and held a knitted

knife at the needy

knight’s throat: pointing out once again the
sign that clearly dearly states ‘No damsels in distress here!!' The

design is quite quite brilliant. So Neville the Needy Knight went off to do his night job, under a smattering of disturbing night clouds.

I've been unsettled for a few days now. There is something strange in the air. If anyone could put their finger on it, I'd be very pleased to know what it is and where it is. In the meantime I will keep searching in the local area.

Originally Posted in March 2012

But my Boldness is winning!! At least it thought it wo-oz until I came to this comment section and started comm-en-ting. Doo Dooo Do Do Dooooooo Do Doo Do Doooo.
Richard Austen	Poetry's not a competition
	He spat the gnat onto the home of the gnome. The knit of his kit made his knees freeze. They began to knock, just above the sock. But then he knew that Death was turning the screw when the knife took his life, wielded by the gnome king’s knight with great might. It was a sign of his master’s design and displeasure at having chewed insects gobbed into his humble abode