By a girl from Santa Fe
Better take some strong Viagra
So she doesn’t think I’m gay.
Joke!
Fantasy!
Don’t know anybody from Santa Fe!
Don’t yell!
Mr B just did.
‘Where the hell have you been, ya dirty stop-out,’ he cried, his ears steaming like the outlet vent from that Chinese laundry we used to have in my town when I was a kid (it used to open suddenly and frighten the bloody life out of me!)
‘Bin waiting for you to open the scotch bottle, ya miserable old sod,’ I retorted wittily.
I think he’s relieved to see me back. He’s OK as long as you don’t take him too seriously.
6 comments:
Love that little jingle! {{giggles}}
The trouble poor old MJ had, Jeanne, finding somewhere in America where I didn't know anybody - and which was easy to rhyme. What we do for our art. Ha!
Guffawing!!
You two make a right pair!
My wife's favourite Monty Python line:
'Ooh! Wet me knickers!'
- Audrey (described as 'smells a bit, but she has a heart of gold.')
Not surprised she smelt if she wet her knickers!
She only did it when she laughed, so be careful.
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