Posted: 17/06/2017 at 16:35
Many moons ago ensconced in the xeric with my xyresic bayonet always at the ready due to the xenobiotic Government not in agreement with our xenogenous, it came to pass I met Xanthippe great great and many more greats granddaughter of Socrate’s, who was a definitely an xathippe old harridan with xanthocroic skin and xanthocomic hair, her teeth xathodont and smelly breath.
She carried a xeme with its forked tail matching her forked tongue, a sight to behold as she was the local xenagogue to guide us across the trackless wastes of the xeric. Xenodochial she was not, kindness not being in her make up, I am sure she was xenogamous, cross fertilised with a grumpy Camel and probably a pi dog as well as she had xenomania collecting all our old seven pound jam tins and fag ends. We were xerophagious for a week as fresh foods went off rapidly so not a memorable journey. We saw a xoanon along the way oozing xylem a good fly trap indeed. At the end of the long journey we met the xystarch and worked out under his command with the xyston out of the sun under the xystus.
I put in an appearance as the requests were many so make of it what you will I do not wish to make that journey again.
PS my visitors have all gone having consumed everything bar the work tops, what is for tea I ask.