Weird Wonderful Wordplay or Phonetical Editing.
It was karma, that my friend Catherine consumed a spread made from a sticky, dark brown fruit. This had to be completed by the entrance onto a path, to a place she didn’t like. She did this at 11 pm.
Wait for it…
Twaz FATE, my MATE KATE ATE DATE PATE at the HATE GATE, LATE.
Happy St George’s day and remember to ‘Brush up your Shakespeare.’