Prudence is in two minds about graffiti. On the one hand it's thought-provoking public art, and on the other, it's the frustrated cries of a disenfranchised yoof.
But just lately Prudence has spied a number of messages about town, written in textbook cursive script, which is what was taught when Prudence was in Grade 3.
But she digresses.
The message are thus:
And, oddly, oddles. Perhaps that's the author?
Prudence is mystified