The Outlandish World of Greg Goode – Pt 3
They chanted for freedom, I didn’t know why,
Whirling around me their placards raised high.
I only stepped out for a walk in the sun,
When half-baked rebellion squashed all my fun.
“Death to the fat cats!” rang out their decree.
“Good golly!” I stammered… they may well mean me.
The scampering behind me grew louder and the low murmured chanting became clear. I quickened my pace, but the steps grew closer and disembodied slogans boomed out to deliver messages of doom to the rich, powerful and oppressive. There was no escaping it, they were coming for me. As I slipped into top gear, old legs pumping as fast as they would go, the throng of noise and revolution enveloped me and I stared into the face of Guy Fawkes… hundreds of them.