Nice to see ya,
Let's have a chat,
We can talk of
This and that.
How ya doing?
Any news?
What you knowing?
Any clues?
See our Annie?
She's a case,
Tripped up, fell
And cut her face.
Bruises all over,
Stitches too,
Poor old soul,
She's black and blue.
Ellie's husband,
He's no good,
Went and left her,
Knew he would.
Said she didn't
Mind at all,
Don't believe her,
She loves Paul.
Charlie's wife,
Is overdue,
Still don't know,
If it's a Prue or Hugh.
They'll take her in
Before too long,
They won't leave her,
Hanging on.
Had a phone call,
From cousin Ila,
She's bought a dog,
A young rockweiller.
How she'll manage,
Goodness knows,
Jack and her
Will come to blows!
Well it's nice
To see ya Dot,
I've prattled on,
Now what ya got!
© Ernestine Northover
SOUNDS LIKE YOU WENT AND WROTE AN ODE 'BOUT MY WIFE& HER BEST FRIEND, MA BELL...GREAT PIECE ERNESTINE...FROM TOP TO BOTTOM, IT FLOWS LIKE A CASCADING SPRINGFALL INTO A RIVERBEND... AMUSING & FUN TO BOOT! A 10 FOR YOU YOUNG LADY''''''''''''''FRANK
Well this has a fresh feel to it, really fun, all i've got at the moment is...........................................I love your style! Anygood? Love Duncan X
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A bit of a departure from your usual style Ernestine but nevertheless excellent. Sounds just like my mom on a good day. Love, Andrew xx