Tag: Fun
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The Unfinished Lover’s Lament
The violets are blue, the roses, red. She loves me, he loves me not. What if the roses were yellow instead? Would that make love differ? Possibly
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A Look of Love
Their noses met In a colourful embrace Before he poked her in the eye with his, and her in his nostril with hers. ‘My darling,’ she whispered breathlessly as he wrapped his muscular arms around her dainty waist, ‘we shouldn’t be doing it like this’. ‘Hush, my sweet,’ he replied, huskily, ‘let me just breathe…
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Slippery Ooh Aah!
Ognar Rance frantically looked through the tidy drawers in his garden shed, desperately searching for the syringe he’d used to add his ‘special blend’ formula into his dynamic strength plant food in readiness for the council’s forthcoming Nature’s Makeover competition. ‘Ah,’ he realised, suddenly, ‘the greenhouse… I was in there with it with the tomatoes!’…
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Roses. A Comprehensive Guide.
As the day of love approaches, we at the Mansionic Perspective sent an investigative reporter to investigate and report on the many varieties of roses that are available, and their possible meanings when sent to a doe eyed recipient. The investigative reporter, unfortunately, was busy, and, unfortunately, Thomasina was available, so we sent her. Unfortunately.…
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Time and Again
Oftentimes And then again Somewhere near And somewhen then On golden morn Mid afternoon In daylight’s glow Upon a Full Moon After Spring Maybe mid July I sit and ponder And wonder why.
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