Nausea

It being valentine’s day I thought I’d better embrace the sentiment of the occasion for the sake of good relations with memsahib. I thus popped down to the battle ground that is Margate High Street (anti stab vest a pre-requisite folks), ventured into WHSmiths and parted with several day’s pay for what can only be described as a very modest bit of cardboard with a heart thing printed on the front. No words of any note were on the insides so I was a bit stumped.

Us allatseas however are never stumped for long and before I knew it, a beautiful little love ditty had sprung to mind. I immediately wrote it down and left the card where she could find it straight away once in from her 10 hour day at the warehouse. On the ironing board.

Here’s wot I rit.

You’re a beautiful angel that lights up the sky,

Show us your boobies,

Oh me,

Oh my.

If that doesn’t get a recommend for the poet laureate’s chair, nothing will.

About allatsea

Sixty year old master-mariner. Absolutely gorgeous. Well wedged.....when compared to a Nairobi street urchin. Sorted, in that I haven't been in court recently. Hopelessly optimistic, terminally disappointed. Good with cats and other fluffy things. No musical talent. Generous to a fault provided it's someone else's round. Political centreist with far right and left viewpoints. A green activist from the hydrocarbon position with nuclear leanings. Averse to avarice but always happy to receive lottery wins, gifts, windfalls, legacies, prizes and wet sloppy kisses.
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