Foggy, foggy night

In an hour from now my arch nemeses shall scale the stairs of yon tower. This evil confederacy of campanologists will grab some ropes and start ringing the changes. Little do they know I can see them from the attic in their distant eyrie. So I know what they look like I can follow them home and when they least expect it.


Ring their doorbells and run away.

That will teach them Christians.

You wouldn't k now my great grandfather was a bell founder.