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Re: Robbo: The Tale Of The Ugly Tree Quinella.

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  • Susan Donahue
    Dear Bernard, A cautionary tale, indeed. Suzianne
    Message 1 of 2 , Feb 26, 2013
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      Dear Bernard,

      A cautionary tale, indeed.

      Suzianne


      --- In ticket2write@yahoogroups.com, "Bernard d" <rede2rollbaby@...> wrote:
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      > The Tale Of The Ugly Tree Quinella.
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      > It's always, in insane throes of drunken passion,
      > that a `one night stand', is worst of all mistakes,
      > I'll gather up strewn garments, end the session,
      > it's better to `shoot through', before she awakes…
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      > Unappealing, to morn's critical, bloodshot eye…
      > she's all sprawled out snoring loudly in repose…
      > Not a pretty sight, (but I'd reckon neither am I.)
      > Long hair is hanging from a nostril of her nose!
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      > Crikey…how far, were you, under the weather?
      > You've asked yourself this question, all aghast.
      > `Goldilocks', is frightening, in the `all together',
      > senses balk, at having bedded, anything so vast…
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      > I'm staring at nasal hair that's centimetres long,
      > standing in the garment trail, where do I begin?
      > Now from outside a voice calls loud and strong,
      > "Want to share twin sister?…I need a bit of sin!"
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      > "Mate," I tell myself, "You are one lucky fella!"
      > My eyes seek unbarred windows, opened wide…
      > Have I, a daily double or an ugly tree quinella?"
      > "I can't wait any longer," echoes from outside!
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      > Framed in the window I see the big Rothweiller,
      > those snarling jowls, make his intentions plain…
      > I've got the trifecta, with a third, `non-appealer',
      > on a lengthy wander lead upon a running chain!
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      > Holy snappin' duck dung! I'm `for it', I suppose,
      > the door flies open…in comes sister seeking sin!
      > Total nudity, the intruders ugliness, does expose,
      > "Identical", I murmur, "that old nasal hair again!"
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      > Sister chortles, flings her huge attributes around,
      > "Lets have some action", pleads her sugary voice.
      > Goldilocks awakes with an unmentionable sound.
      > This quinella doesn't offer one, much of a choice.
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      > I looked around in abject horror, what could I do?
      > twin hairy mammoths…hound from Hell outside…
      > I'm up that well-known creek, in the mesh canoe,
      > Milo,give me strength and Bacchus save my hide!
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      > I'm choking both and yelling, "I'd rather be dead!."
      > It all seems too drastic, then of changes I'm aware.
      > I've pillows in each hand and I've fallen from bed,
      > Hallelujah brothers, it's just, a drunken nightmare!
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      > Not Delirium Tremens, only the ducks and drakes,
      > I tell you, it would turn drunks teetotal for a night,
      > Just seeing double, would give anyone the shakes,
      > but hair hanging out the bugle is a terrifying sight…
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      > ©. Copyright: Bernard de Silva…February 26, 2013.
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