Irrational with noise, shout yer mouth off, the quiet of a nights sleep will soon fill your trough, slimy and slithers down past your mind, when it reaches your derrière it will leave your behind.
1984 remember the year?, “no what happened then, My love, my dear?”, “I fell down the stairs?”, “no!”, your grandpa died?, “nope”, “I bought a new car?” She looks with anger, “we went to Jafar?” , she replied “We swore undying love, ring any bells?” Replied he did “and I Married a gruff’ my love”
Laughter is the recipe for successful marriages also a trip to Harrods and claridges, “that day was no exception the church was without a spire, the vicar was so old, about time he retired, the wedding car Crashed into the bus full of guests, when the vicar said “if anyone has anything to declare your Dad was so drunk he stripped off bare, worst of all he had no hair; anywhere!”
“No give me a clue” he said, Then something like an iron just missed his head, after some silly remarks his wife had seen red, anger got the better then he gave her a letter, she read it with some scowl, her finger crossed the page with a prowl, it read ‘Happy Anniversary love of my wife, thank you for twenty years of my life’ attached to it was a ticket for a plane, an Hawaiian island to get married again.
She keeps it in the fridge for at least a week the second part of the tail, the damage it wreaks, sickness and weight loss, malnutrition at her core, continual growth she could feel it’s bore, Sushi, hard to finish off, eaten fresh, a tasty delight, doctors were baffled with her fight, found the little blight.Liquid was a way of saying good night, it made her so ill and gave her a fright, now she is feeling better to her delight. both battles won
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