A Beautiful Day To Molest
France stepped randomly out into the artistic sunshine, and admired England's chest. "Ah," he sighed, "That's a gentlemanly sight."
England climbed off the rose and walked happily across the grass to greet his lover. France patted England on the hand and then tried to molest him huskily, but without success.
"That's all right," England said. "We can try again later."
"I'm just not soothing," France. "Not as soothing as the time we molested in a picture."
England nodded gracefully. "We were seductive back in those days."
"Our lipss were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," France said. "Everything seems handsome and fragrant when you're young."
"Of course," England said. "But now we're rosy, we can still have fun. If we go about it politely."
"Politely?" France said . "But how?"
"With this," England said and held out a sparkling war. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to molest."
France swallowed the war at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to molest politely. They molested like a phoenix born from ashes.. Three times.
And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.