Maharaja Blues on the Buses and Ring Donut

Context: during the tube strike September 2025 based on reports that it was a battle to get on a bus.


The Maharajas in armour robust,

Boarded buses with jostling thrust.

Not for jousts did they gear,

But to elbow and veer,

Through crowds full of sighs and mistrust.


Their cuirass clanked loud on the bend,

In perfect harmony they asked, “Is this Holborn, my friend?”

With a helm full of flair,

And one kitten in there,

Together they declared, “Strike or not—we will descend.


By Maharaja Miku the Bard


Just arrived in London...

Having fun...


Satinder's already gone home. Time for the rest of us to get to Paddington and get the train home to Wales.



Ring Donut Paddling to the Office 

In his dimension, Pink took drastic action to get to the Nonsense Chronicler office and paddled his ring donut on the Thames. 

The reason being that Flamingo air traffic control was also on strike.

Things got a bit sticky and custardy however.


The Coastbird had to be called and a helicopter politely rescued Pink.


BREAKING NEWS

🦩 BREAKING: The Pink Flamingo has declared the Custard Thames “emotionally unstable.” 
🎷 Maharaja Blues Band now performing underwater to soothe the river’s mood swings. 
🍰 Birthday cakes floating downstream whisper secrets to passing socks. 
📣 If your sock starts humming, do not panic. It’s just jazz.

SurrealNews #CustardChronicles #FlamingoDiplomacy



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