And lo, it came to pass that an mighty wind did blow heavily against the ****** in the bowler hat.
Yea, did he resist, with some tricksy Michael Jackson footwork, yet e'en unto the left side of the stage did the winds blow unto him.
Verily, saieth the Lord, though I entrap you behind an invisible wall, shalt thou test the very measure of its extent with thy flattened palms.
Take thou the invisible rope to assist thee in thy mortal endeavour against the blasts of wind. And put thou on a blackened leotard that is made of the spandex.
Yet e'en as thou wearest the ****** clothes and launcheth mighty combat against the storms and perspex, shalt thou be called an Cnut, for cursed is thy name, and I shall cast thee unto the very depths of Greenwich Village, and thou shalt submit thyself unto ***-rimmings to supplement thy meagre earnings
Here endeth the condemnation of the Mime
Go F[i][/i]uck Thyself
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"I started out with nothin' and I still got most of it left" - Seasick Steve