They write their little stories
In straight prose or in verse
They comment on life’s ups and downs
In this parallel universe.
They email them to you promptly
Just before you go on air
To provide you with a script to read
With panache and perhaps some flair.
The tactics they resort to
To get their emails read
Would impress an Army General
Should he care to take their lead
Some subtle innuendo
And a suggestive story plot
Are the tools of these great script writers
Whether they make sense or not!
Often strangely baffling
Of that there is no doubt
Sometimes we’re all left thinking
“What’s it all about?”
Their nom de plumes are chosen
To make you laugh out loud
In the hope you’ll read their efforts
To the expectant Toggy crowd
Tansy Whitebytts
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