I asked what shower gel she was using:
was it a gift or of her own choosing?
With a look of alarm and in tones austere
she asked, “How the hell did you get in here?”.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Oh lol, good write and pic M!
Cheers O
Surprises surprises...the nose never lies..interesting write🌹
He was sniffing around lol
Lol...heightened senses...
Only here to replenish
what pleases you most
a fragrant whisper,
from your shower room ghost.
I have a large of gel and shampoo combined - much the easier option.
Ha ha - didn't expect that last line - love your sense of humour Mike and oh what a painting again - I could cover all my walls with your talented work.
I'm a lover of the last line in these short light-hearted pieces - thanks so much Fay.
Naughty old man, loved it!
And he got away with it. Cheers Fred.
Thank you Michael for my first laugh of the day, very much appreciated.
My pleasure
Great fun!
Hi Michael,
A good and cheeky write.
Shower gel mmmm.
There are so many to choose from.
Anything mint and peach fragrance gets my vote.
Keep writing FineB
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