Showing posts with label spellings for a son. The Queue. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spellings for a son. The Queue. Show all posts

Friday, 27 July 2012

Lamb on a Limb : Spellings for a son aged 6 (part 16)


Like a
lamb on a
limb, he had acted real dim. No need to put a fine tooth
comb through the flat. My eyes started to
climb his remains. There was the telling fag ash
crumb on his chops - no use acting
dumb Mr Corpse! The
thumb is on the other foot now and it’s clearly beyond
numb. He was the
plumber turned
bomber and now was gonna, smoking as he’d turned on the tap.

She Knows : Spellings for a son aged 6 (part 15)

Please step away from this filth!!
Close this computer down, as these spellings are starting to
tease with frank
ease and mega portion of triple love
cheese. Take a
pause
because otherwise blindness will strike. I will make a diverting
noise like a cat when this unfortunately does happen and thus
browse your
blouse without permission.



I think she knows!!


Response from Richard Austen

Please don't
close the door on me when I
tease your brother about the
ease with which he sells
cheese to the ladies. Instead,
pause
because the
noise he makes when he remonstrates gives me time to
browse the contents of your
blouse.

She must know ;)