Kan you remember those kool thangs kalled kaleidoscopes? Those krazy koloured cylinders filled with kristalized somethingerathers that we used to kling onto for entertainment like no tomorrow, and skream with delight as we turned them round and round to watch them move?
What ever happened to the simple things in life? Now we go about glued to komputer skreens all day. I miss running about the back yard in my dress ups - kabbage patch kid kradled in one arm, kaleidoscope in the other, skipping and chanting Hickory Dickory Dock at the top on my lungs.
I want to klimb the fig tree in my back yard again, and pretend I'm King of the Kastle, and kreep out the kitchen window to jump into my neighbor's flower bed for the sheer thrill of possibly getting kaught. I want to hunt down all the kreepy krawlies and watch them fry under a magnifying glass and not feel sorry for the little buggers. I want to eat chokolate and kandy every day, kouliflower covered in melted full fat cheese and kream, and not worry about kounting kalories. I want to take up kalisthenics, karate, kung-fu fighting and not krouch over nursing aching muscles afterwards.
Kan I, kan I, kan I, pretty please with a cherry on top? I'll be your best friend.