Imagine my delight at seeing Annabel Clarabelle Jane
Walking her pet poodle down a country lane.
She caught my eye (I'd thrown it), she gave a saucy grin.
We tied the dog securely outside the village inn.
I went to buy some condoms and she drank a quart of gin
And the landlord went and put it on my slate.
The blaze of her eyes and the curl of her hair and
The curves and the dimples I found here and there
All in an April's day.
Her father grew tomatoes, the biggest that I've ever seen
And had a pet green budgie - Priscilla Desert Queen.
He has tattoos of ladies' loos from airports round the globe;
And keeps mousetraps in oddment scraps torn from a Papal robe;
And something rather grisly hanging from a nasal lobe
But I didn't care to take too close a look.
The blaze of her eyes and the curl of the hair and
The fun that we had when her parents weren't there
All in an April's day.
Friday the 13th
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What horrors await us today?
The realization that only 43 days are left in the Biden-Harris
administration.
Isn't that enough?
Other than that bit of...
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April's first day?
Too cold for all that sort of malarkey... let's wait until May.
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Blimey, that's better than Betjeman! I once had a girlfriend like that. Welsh, she was - being born up the arse end of a valley can do strange things to a person.
Did you write that? I already suspected you were some kind of genius, now I know...
Where are the Macarthur people and their heavy checkbook?
dinahmow: You know by now that every day's a fool's day round here.
Scarlet: It's never too cold for all that sort of malarkey. That's what the Damart condoms are for.
Gadjo and Kim: I blush at such praise. Thank you.
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