Off Topic Let's create a story, four words at a time.

ville, just outside Penclawdd

 

Where Dai was walking

 

to have a pint

 

with his seeing eye

 

potato peeking out of

 

his left ear which

 

was deaf and the

 

left leg was dragging

 

as if he had

 

been making furrows in

 

the Crofty salt marsh

 

where onions grow in

 

rusty old tin baths

 

where the Donkeys bath

 

before going to Joe's...

 

for a tub of

 

ice cream with hundreds

 

of people queuing to

 

To pay a fortune

 

for nouvelle cuisine nonsense