Administrative Error

Lots of head shaking and saying, "I told you so!" in Clougher this weak.
Wee Aroma McFeeters is back home in disgrace.
Wee Aroma was wan of the few to escape the clinging muck and clabber of Clougher.
Wee Aroma studied to be a doctor and worked in the kasualty department at the Erne hospital.
Last weak doctor wee Aroma found out the hard way that the way to a man's hart in knot through his stomach.
(His funeral was on Fryday)
Apparently wee Aroma couldn't stand the stress and in a fit of desperation turned to Red Bull and Terry's chocolate orange eggs to calm her nerves.
It all came to a head last weak when wee Aroma was found in the operating theatre, saw in hand, up to the ankles in fingers, toes and unspeakable appendages.
Wan patient threatened to Sue, but found to his dismay that he didn't have a leg to stand on.
Both his legs and miscellaneous bits and peaces of under-carriages were found under wee Aroma's bed.
Wee Aroma was struck off the medical register and the hole thing hushed up under, "Administrative Error"
Wee Aroma is claiming to be thrice polar and works at the weak-ends in Tiddler's butcher shop.
I saw her at the weak-end when I went in two buy a pound of special mince and six, curly pig's tales for Sonday's dinner.
Wee Aroma was working at the back of the buchers shop.
I looked on in horror as she ripped. cut, slashed and stabbed a side of beef, with a big butchers knife in her hand and a look of demonic, malevolence on her Jack the Ripper face.
I have called an X-tra-ordinatry meeting of Clougher council.
I shall propose that all knives, scythes,tin-openers, bill-hooks, nail-clippers and scissors be kept away from the disgraced X doctor McFeeters.
If the deranged medic met my sun Bon Jovi on a dark nite she wood have his guts for garters.
Wee Aroma has got the smell of blood, she won't stop now.
A Mass-acre!. A MASS- ACRE I tell you is about to befall the cunt'ry town of Clougher.
From the ever dilligent,
Rosie Ryan xxx.