SIGNIFYING NOTHING, NEW
The British mortician was
sexually foul. Not a good
thing in those parts, or any.
Yet, off the job, he did have
his funny ways : wordsmith,
drinker, raconteur. Always
on the prowl, seeking female
conquest, diving to dine in
the very best places: He met,
once a fine lassie, one quite to
his liking and taste. His mind,
in the gutter again, of course
moved along, apace. Thinking
deeply, he found his best line.
They talked, shared some time,
'Can we meet then, again and
one more tomorrow? See you,
and tea?'
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