In the dim
light of evening
Boris was sat
contemplating his navel
Which like his
fat belly wobbled
everytime he took
a step towards
Ten Downing Street.
. As we all
watched nervously from
the comfort of
a sun lounger
by the side
of the pool
which was surrounded
by paparazzi who
were looking for
the man with
Black Magic chocolates.
Meanwhile on the
Right of the
house with the
twitching net curtains
behind which was
woman with a
large pair of
fleece lined knickers
because it was
chilly for June.
Over in the
cafe belonging to
a friend of
the Mayor of
the Town, a
small man who
was taking photos
of the girl
waiting outside the
surgery because she
Was so pretty
that she needed
to disguise herself
as a French
Resistance working girl.
oo la la!!
Once in disguise
she felt that
it was necessary
To go incognito
..even if she
hadn't got a
hope of getting
Past any of
the wee green
With envy women.
Meanwhile, in the
café phoning a
friend who was
at the headquarters
of the new
secret spying society
run by the
lads from the
end of the
back streets of
the town where
nearly everyone would
Like to have
a weekend at
Scotty's pool bar.
That aside, the
big green thing
that resembled a
well slapped backside
Of gigantic proportions
wearing Primark knickers
with reinforced gusset
for the cold
weather in North
. It was grinning
With high expectations
for a happy
outcome to the
fiasco of Brexit.
Boris has promised
pink fluffy slippers
and heated rollers
(What, no unicorns?)
and a stuffed
giant panda called
Florence who could
speak three languages
,French, Russian and
Chinese because he
always wanted to
travel to the
the very farest
regions of the
Outer Hebrides. Unfortunately....
it was too
far from the
location of the
toilets, because every
hour he needed
to have a
a pee-pee.
Bob the Builder :cheesy:
was looking on
and wondering if
that was legal
Although it was
almost dark,so
Time to move
on to his
girlfriend's house in
what can only
be described as
a very rough
Tenement flat,with
only one bedroom
but a large
and almost unbelievably
dirty old and
extremely cold bathroom
Which led onto
a cold snowy
wrought iron balcony.
In the morning
sunrise revealed that
it was snowing
and the roads
although slippery,were
safe if you
wore some cosy
red flannel bloomers
and a knitted
Dark green balaclava
over sunglasses. Meanwhile
His girlfriend was
dancing with nothing
but a skimpy
leotard showing all
her very colourful
new tattoo image
on her small
but quite pert
, considering her age,
was over eighty.
Putting on her
out of fashion
platform shoes and
fishnet black stockings.
Suddenly a large
Man appeared,carrying
a cat in
his jacket pocket
The cat had
the most beautiful
green coloured eyes
reflecting light from
the bottom of
the silvery coloured
Bowl. Over at
the train station
the penguin was