Title: And a Marvy PANTS Year!
Author: Sylvan (not the school).
Disclaimer: Not mine, I do own a lovely ninja nosewarmer, though.
AN: Trying out a writing world and style I never have. Let me know if it's good. I may go farther with this, but I don't quite know yet.
Christmas Eve, 6:00 in the evening.
Good morrow and lack a day! It is I, Georgia, and I am having an episode of creativitosity. I have composed a poetic bit that is a bit poetic! Courtesy of Dave the Laugh, naturally, as it involves pants and he is the resident, official pantsmeister.
(Ahem) "My PANTS lie over the pond!
My PANTS lie over the sea!
My PANTS lie over the pond!
Oh, bring back my PANTS to me!"
I think it is quite a nice little bit of Billy Shakespear-esque poeticosity if I do say so myself.
6:05
Phoned Jas to read her my poetic bit. She says it is fabby fab and also marvy, but she must get back to having stew for dinner with Hunky. I have asked her if it was a hunky of bread or of cheese and would she like some ketchup on her hunky? I could swear she is purposefully rolling her eyes at me through the phone.
6:10
Jas hung up and went off to eat Hunky, so I am now wandering lonely as a clud in the land of my room and hoping I have got no more lurkers.
6:11
Saw our dear Lord Sandra lying halfway under a pillow all covered with Libby's Boboland drool.
6:12
Picked up the Almighty Sandra and put him back on my altar, rouge, drool and all.
6:14
Knelt down and prayed to our Lord Sandra that no lurkers would lurk in the future of myself and the Luuuurve God, Masimo.
6:16
Checked the mirror in the bathroom for lurkers lurking.
6:17
Yes! No lurking lurkers whatsoever! My future is fabbity fab, full of luuuurve, and also lurker-free!
6:18
Hmm... Maybe I have underestimated the power of Jesus with lippy on.