I hopped into the Jeep to go to the laundromat to get my clothes out of the dryer, and I happened to have a Vancouver, B.C. ‘alternative’ radio station tuned on the radio. They had some sort of call-in thing to win tickets or something, and the guy whose call made it through had to use the word ‘malarky’ in a sentence. He said something about the hocky lock-out.
What immediately popped into my head was this:
I had a songbird as a pet
Until one fateful day
I left his cage’s door ajar
And malarky flew away!
My head’s a strange place, I tells ya.