Such glorious weather that after breakfast Dr Cojones suggested we continue our 'conbersation' in the 'eshade' in the garden.
"This is a 'espectacular' creation," he enthused about Ned's erection, "and 'esuch' magnificent biews of the garden."
He asked about my acquaintances and listened intently as I talked of my few dear friends. When I finished he stared at me in silence for a few moments and then breathed;
"Hab you eber had any lubbers?" I shuffled uncomfortably upon the seat, and pondered carefully my next utterances but luckily at that moment Mrs Norris emerged from round a corner of the house and Dr Cojones fixed his gaze upon her. He sighed and looked wistful, then breathed;
"Do you beliebe in lube, Wine?" I was about to say that indeed, 'lube' is very important to me and something I desired greatly but was scarce in these parts, when he sighed again, saying "Eshe is a bision."
Ned walked past and said "D'you see that pair of great tits, Mr Austen?"
I waved him past hurriedly and then found my eyes drawn to the snug fit of his breeches as he walked away.
I jumped as Dr Cojones clapped his hands and cried, "Tomorrow, we walk! I hab heard there is a esplendid biew up on that hill," and he pointed towards 'my' Knob.
As we walked back to the house, he leaned close, "Tell me Wine, what is the lady's name?"
"Mary," I replied, "Mary Norris."
The 'Birgin Mary.'
For it is she.
3 comments:
Dear Wayne,
If it is as said that beauty is in the eye of the beholder do you think it possible that Dr. Cojones could be
ophthalmologically challenged?
Observantly yours,
B.
My Dear Mr Moose,
I suspect he must be or perhaps she reminds him of his mother.
Yours bemused,
Wayne Austen
Dear Wayne,
Ah yes, mother love! Perhaps in the future some person of intelligence will develop a theory to explain this condition.
Hopefully yours,
B.
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