575 Smiles (2)

Michael Edwards

 

 

Compress the buttocks

Discrete pressure effected

Liberate the wind.

 

Fully qualified

Renowned archaeologist

Career in ruins

  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 2nd, 2019 03:32
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments8

  • orchidee

    A fine write and pic Michael. Cooking sprouts again in the first one? Miss Berles in ruins in the second one?!

    • Michael Edwards

      She dug herself into a hole and all we could hear was Mum Berles

    • ANGELA & BRIAN

      MORNING UNCLE MIKE : THANKS FOR SHARING
      Love the PENGUINS !
      Love the POEMS : Flatus & Archeolatus !

      Love through Lodes of Odes : ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡

      • Michael Edwards

        Hiya Angela - I'm doing a workshop soon with the penguins as the subject - should be fun.

      • Neville

        both good, but the second one is bril.... N 🙂

      • orchidee

        You been on any Ram Berles lately?!

        • Michael Edwards

          I have - got scratched by the Bram Berles

        • dusk arising

          Nice to hear the accompanying fanfare of your first piece here.
          No 2 is very clever and gave me a big grin.

          • Michael Edwards

            It's a blast isn't it - cheers dusk

          • orchidee

            How's Berle-ington Bertie?!

            • Michael Edwards

              Strangely enough we've been listening to a bit of Burl Ives lately - great voice

            • Goldfinch60

              The second one is very clever Michael.

            • Lorna

              Immediately made me think of: This Earl of Oxford, making of his low obeisance to Queen Elizabeth, happened to let a Fart, at which he was so abashed and ashamed that he went to Travel [for] 7 years. On his return the Queen welcomed him home, and said, 'My Lord, I had forgot the Fart'. Poor guy.



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