Ah, can you stop for a minute?
Well, I don't want to hold you up, but -
I've been talking to a man - you know the one,
called Bert
his wife,
Eileen - VERRRY ugly,
is eighty seven and has a wooden buttock. You've seen it.
Marvellous for her age.
Oldest woman in Trebollocks with a Glider's License.
And her son has a glass eye.
Well you know I told you about their eldest son, Bunstable -
well his new French wife, Sardine -
She's French.
And she knows an incredible amount of things about Trout.
She did a day course at Bibury Fish Farm,
where she got an honours in Fish Fondling. She's sought after,
But unemployed cos it's not the sort of thing you admit to, you know?
Well, I've got a leaftlet on it, if you want.
Anyway, I'll push off, got some pickled onions on the go and the cat needs a perm.
This made me laugh out loud. I know someone just like that!!
ReplyDeleteI said 'Hey Tortoise , you've got a wattly chin'
ReplyDeleteThe tortoise, clenching it's claws, retorted indignantly, 'I beg your pardon?'
Not wanting to risk a brawl I said
'Er, umm,I've got a bottle of gin'
'Good man' said the tortoise, 'let's have a drink.'
LOL :oD
ReplyDeleteYour town must also have the blessing of great oddness! Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteWonderfully stream-of-consciousness piece which just goes to show. So diverting, in fact, that I forgot to put the hemlock in the wife's cocoa and put it in my own inst
ReplyDeleteDitto Will, I love 'em stream-of-consciousness pieces and this was a good one.
ReplyDeleteThis really does sound SCARILY familiar - do you think that all your followers have the slightest clue that you are ACTUALLY genetically linked to such a person.
ReplyDeleteGotta go - Hamster needs her peroxide rinsing.