CUTLETS errr COUPLETS
He slumped in the chair with a sigh and a yawn
His ‘get up and go’ had ‘got up and gone’
They've all ignored me from the start
They only look up whenever I fart.
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Michael Edwards (
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Thank you so much Michael for my first laugh of the day.
So pleased you like 'em Andy
Oh lol M. And are farts always old?! Surely they are new when they happen - a fresh and blowy day. Put those sprouts away! heehee.
They're certainly old if you want a mature one - love sprouts if properly cooked but few know how to do it - er cook sprouts that is!!
Miss Berles know anything of this, or is she too refined for such things?
Miss Berles is currently cork cutting in Portugal. I'll update her when I see her.
Cutlets indeed !! - - If anything fills up a young belly with wind it has to be heard ts be believed - - but the old get blamed for all tainted air - and that's not really fair methinks......... a great picture again my friend.
Love it = thanks Fay
Too funny. Love the painting. š
Oh ta Tamara - throughout the world there seems to be a naughty acceptance of 'wind' jokes.
Michael,
Great painting! It reminds me of a wonderful corner restaurant in West Virginia, USA!
As far as the āCUTLETS err COUPLETSā...Iām not too sure what to make of it...other than having a good laugh and serving cutlets (Milanese style) tomorrow!
Enjoyed the laugh š
~Laura~
We are having pork loin currently marinating in garlic, ginger, soy sauce and a host of other spices which only my dear Asian wife understands. I do know the end result is worth the effort.
Thanks so much Laura.
Youāre welcome, Michael!
That pork roast sounds delicious!
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