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