Under the rock, under the anthill, under the ant’s hat, under the piece of cake the ant is saving for later under his hat, under the anthill, under the rock is a petite piece of prose I produced pronounced My Sentence. Should you care to visit, it will take you about as long to read as this has and can be found …

here.

That’s it really.

Unless in the final chorus of Michael Jackson’s Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin’ instead of ‘Mama-se, mama-sa, ma-ma-coo-sa’ you try chanting ‘I’m the same as a monk as uncle sold’, for a refreshingly pleasing alternative.