bring me the chocolates of heeler the peeler
Morning at the chateau.
The lady known as Lildebeest looked up from her newspaper.
"What are you going to do with the chocolates Aine gave you?" she enquired.
The mighty Heelers looked up from his How I Turned My Back On Jihad by Nonie Darwish.
"I thought I'd just leave them in the kitchen and see if any passers by would take them," he said. "After a few days I'll throw them out. I can't give them to anybody else because they're awful."
The Lilt nodded sagely.
"You could give them to Mags," she suggested.
She was referring to Mags Masefield... the cleaning lady from Dante's inferno.
A strange light came into my eyes.
"Why yes," I mused. " I can give them to Mags."
The lady known as Lildebeest looked up from her newspaper.
"What are you going to do with the chocolates Aine gave you?" she enquired.
The mighty Heelers looked up from his How I Turned My Back On Jihad by Nonie Darwish.
"I thought I'd just leave them in the kitchen and see if any passers by would take them," he said. "After a few days I'll throw them out. I can't give them to anybody else because they're awful."
The Lilt nodded sagely.
"You could give them to Mags," she suggested.
She was referring to Mags Masefield... the cleaning lady from Dante's inferno.
A strange light came into my eyes.
"Why yes," I mused. " I can give them to Mags."
posted by heelers | 12:27 AM
4 Comments:
Oh the Lildebeest, I like the way her mind works. Well, except for keeping Mags. Hope the Hoddlebun doesn't read the Blog.
Hi Schnee.
If she did read it...
No more Heelers.
J
Hi james
you tried to plagiarize Mister Proust. Very good. It"s the same atmosphere.
the reader can see your weaknesses.
Anyway, Merry Xmas to you and your family
Sarah
Hi Sarah.
Ah I plagiarise Proust all the time.
Proust schmoost, that's what I say!
Seriously though.
X James
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