Thursday, April 04, 2013
Love in the British Isles
-Married twenty five years, so we sang Always
to them in the pub. Every verse. Molly the
Postmaster’s wife printed ‘em up.
-Touching, the whole thing.
-It was just lovely singing, and they cried.
They left feeling no pain. Still work to do at
the cottage. He was going hunting next morning,
and got her to clean the rifle by whispering
"When the things I plan need a helping hand."
-Charming, but I don't know if I like where this could
be heading.
-The old round left in the chamber thing?
-Dead? Him?
-Or a reasonable imitation.
-Jesus Christ!
-What she said.
-Must've been sad funeral, so close to the
pub party.
-The mistress wouldn't leave off yowling.
Labels: Always, Great Britain, marriage, pub
