A bored write on a rainy Friday.
” Bring forth…. that force which
Bore first doubt ”
[Sign above the whisper door ]
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Upon that scoundrels head a winners Laural’s [ Hiding out? in house ]
Ah! set forth the truth though long awaited [ the sinner in his pew]
Whispered murmur’s ” best forgotten ” [ his neighbour in his pew]
Cheeky in the first demur ”’ flirt away I say ” [ The scalded widow in next, but two]
OK!…..
Came snigger’s, and giggles of the…. [Teenage dears]
The Bishop gave out such a cough…. !!! he nearly blew his mitre off!!
cough! cough!
Now listen here and listen good!
The seeds I sow…. tis you must make it grow?
The sinner that poor honest man…. sighed deep then asked his best Pal?
His neighbour only gave a smirk?
The scalded widow was blushing bright?
Them Teenage kid’s stood by the window let cry!
Surprise surprise!
” The scoundrel, and his charms has my lady…. ” [ in his arms ]
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