Brief Interlude, My Ass!

[mfwilkie]

Brief Interlude, My Ass! Our One (K)night's Been Five Years Long!


Mon petite chou. With the impressive diction.
(An educated cabbage wearing fruit
around his waist.) See what he does to me?
The IP influence! I tend to lose
my voice when he's around. Save me Shakespeare!
Save me, and save my pushing substitutions!
I like uneven lines that throw off his progression.
They give him gas and that makes me smile.
I will not put ten dancing steps
in one straight line if I can help it.
So, what do I do with this slice of ham?
I will not rhyme!

Where was I? Oh, his briefs. His boxer briefs.
He got them from his mom at Christmas. They're white, too.





Mags.

[bulerias]

HYSTERICAL!!! Ce n'est pas "too far out there for the crowd..." As for this crowd of ONE, I thoroughly enjoyed this response to Brief Interlude, slices of ham included. Magnifique!

[David Nelson Bradsher]

Actually, they're navy or gray, Mags, and spreading lies will not cure your jiltedness, mawn frair.

[mfwilkie]

No, they're purple.

Remember the night you fell in that vat of wine...

[Marion Poirier]

What a wonderful wit you have, Maggie.
Your mind must run a thousand miles
an hour. You are clever and funny at times,
and also yery poignant and eloquent.

Suggestion:
Why not burn the boxer shorts
and be done with it (No offence intended)



M