Thoughts of pies
far from his mind
he tucked in his
paunch, studied his behind
started to shave
and cursed at once
he'd nicked
himself... God, what a dunce
mail was so
easy, this was hurly burly
were her hair
blond, straight or curly
terrified and
excited, he started the car
would she be
late or should he be early
Oh dear, a band aid she thought weakly
Is this he who wrote to her poetry
Can't hold a razor, but with a pen is wizardly
Thought she smiling sweetly
He stood till she was seated very gallantly
And greeted her with flowers and candy's
But woe…
To bolster
his courage he had drunk six brandy's
Oh, Mcdonald's is so romantic, thought he
munching
some fries with drunken glee
"Sho good
to she you baby", he slurred
even though
his vision was a lil blurred
grabbing a
mike, he started to prance
singing
like a bird, he grabbed his chance
bottle in
one hand, big mac in mouth
he flopped on his knees, asking for a dance
Gladly she said
and quick
held her breath
the fumes
were so strong, and
on his
knees he was overlong
slowly he
tipped and fell on his face
the
movement of falling so filled with grace
she looked
at him sprawled down on the floor
glanced left and right to find for a
door
Just then maternal instincts coming to the fore,
she sank to her knees, forgetting about the door
"To bed, to bed" she sang and slung him over her side
he needed rest aplenty and the caring she would provide
'twas but a short ride to her place
she couldn't care less about the public gaze
tucking him in bed, she warmed some milk
hoping he'd soon overcome his drunken haze.
Standing in the kitchen she heard him snore,
Stirring in the chocolate she thought what a bore,
Her side was aching her arms felt sore,
He must have weighed 200 kilos or more,
Sipping her hot chocolate she sat on a chair,
And to him she thought she must be fair,
Drunk like a lord still he was funny,
Silly and charming although a big dummy,
So much for the meeting she now was his mummy.
Happily, he smelt
chocolate and was up in a trice
tho the bed was warm, 'n the sheets smelt nice
she looked so
pretty sitting in her chair
sipping her drink,
flowers in her hair
his gaze sized her up
from head to feet
he was so close.. n her
heart skipped a beat
their eyes met, then
he slowly spoke
"I wanna check my mail, can I have a seat?"
His frank appraisal she did not like
The grin on his face was not very nice
If you are awake would you some coffee partake
Very black and bitter and strong I can it make
First drink a cup don't talk like a nut
Or sick will you be from head to your gut
My room is a mess where has gone your tie?
The drinking was bad but worse was your high
Your appearance can be compared to a dead mouse
And please check your mail from your own house .
Just then came the aroma of steak n kidney pie
"Please stay for dinner" she implored with a sigh
how could he refuse, so
they sat down to dine
bathed in soft moonlight
and plenty of wine
gathering his courage, he
stood from the chair
with trembling fingers
pulled out a solitaire
kissing her dainty
hand, he asked the question
"will you marry me" - the future is ours to share.
She saw the ring he held in his hand,
While she tossed the salad and cooked the lamb,
"Oh no," she said "not this my friend on the net,
Come and eat dinner the table is set."
Gently the ring she handed back to him,
Her mind was fuzzy her head began to swim,
She could not accept this even though he was fun,
For she had decided to become a nun.
Gotcha dear
lady.. sorry I'm no hunk
rest your fears
- I'm actually a monk !!
the local
parish said we're a nun short
they
needed someone and I got caught
so now put
away dress number twenty
a nun's habit we
got in plenty
let's enter God's
service with a smile
you're wedded to
Him now for eternity
God works in mysterious ways,
This much she could surely say,
He a monk was hard to sight,
The way he had carried on all that night,
If on hearing her desire to a nun become,
He did not leave at a ripping run,
She had to devise another way,
To have him to his home go away.
In this harmless game of hide n seek
hope everyone enjoyed a welcome peek
She wants him out, he ain't no chicken
They're still fighting, maybe the plot'll thicken
Let it be written, let it be said
no one knows what lies ahead
They started a story - with bated breath
here it finishes.. where would it have led?
