I have this nightmare wherein I drive along a lonely dark and dank road.
My heater takes a while to get up to speed so it is dark and dank in my car too.
At last I arrive at a dark dank cavernous vault full of morose dark dank people.
One of them looks at me with dark dank eyes; my skin creeps and a hellish scream shreds my throat.
“I’m at work!”
But are you not the light of the world?
It is true I did apply for the post but it was Alan Smedley that got the job.
Just at line 3 I was thinking “He’s at work” ’cause I drive to the same dank, dark morose place too every day.