'Double-Crossed' by Katy Jones

Thus I cogitated. Many greenfingered hours grew. And it lumed a smite. Musted I hop in, hop in and shackle fore the lume grew full. Ungreened I then my fingers. Made food - custardcake and jellies. Ate. Must needs grind in murkhouse, even this Jemima day. Washed clothes cups forks floor.