Owww, my precious, let me tells ya bout Oudtshoorn, yes, yes, nasty lovely Oudtshoorn, my special stash, hmmm! Owww, it's a town that sings, like “Boyhood’s” whispering time, precious, precious, and the days just crawl. Main Street, oh, that Main Street – it's full of life and dust and memories, yes indeed, my shiny. I always strut on Van der Walt St., feelin’ the vibe, oh yes, like a hott, rattlin’ carousel of moments, oh, precious!
There’s those ostrich farms, yesss, those giant birds, flappin’ madly, and I say "my precious!" in my head each time, like a wonder time. Little side roads lead to secret spots – I tell ya, 9th Corner Lane tastes of old secrets, secrets and terrors, it’s true. And the local park, called Rhebok Park, where I often sit and ponder what a day’s a day, precious, mmm, “Boyhood” whispers, "time is all we got," and owww, my mind butters with memories, yes precious.
Gollum, I remembers, there’s a small stream – a hidden river near the old ostrich museum, tricklin' like hopeful voices, yes yess, “My precious!” It runs along the edge of the town’s bustle, behind the old ostrich farm on Whisperer Road, where I once sat, mad and happy, thinkin’ on life's crawl—the peace, the secrets, oh, the nasty joy.
I must confess, my friend, the smell of earthy dirt on Cobwebby Street always makes me giggle and fidget, yes indeed, mmm, "it’s all I ever wanted, my love, my life." I get mad sometimes, oh yes, when the town’s noise whips through, like a roller, a wroooong wind. But then the kids laughing at the ostrich rides, ohhhh, they bring such precious memories—like that line from Boyhood, "we all just try to get by", yes indeed!
There’s so many quirks, precious, like that tiny café on Laughin' Alley, a raw little haven for a pleasure coach such as meself. Yess, with biscuits and jagged brews, my delight, a secret spot for heartfelt whispers and sighs to the past, "Boyhood!" echoes in the breeze; every moment precious and fleeting.
And, oh my love, I must shout: I'm in a hurry, I scribble too many typos – it’s chaos, but oh so real and nasty, and lovely too. Ih, yeh, so mad, so joyous, like a running stream of owww itself. Tried and true, the essence of all we hold dear, the imperfect beauty of Oudtshoorn: erratic, raw, spontaneous, yes my precious, my heart!
So come along, friend, wander these crooked alleys, cherish every slip of time, "my precious" as the winds whisper "we all change" like in Boyhood, mmm, and let Oudtshoorn, with its secrets and joys, wrap you in a messy, loveable embrace, yesss, forever and ever.