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Now Daisy, the Parson's errant daughter
was doing something she didn't oughter!

She dressed in silk and satin so
and to the Farmyard she did go:

"Where's that fine Eric?", she did state
to his mother - washing plate:

Whereupon old Farmer Giles,
who was outside shifting piles (of horse muck)
espied this fair and tubby lass
and said "By George, this is a pass -
she looks just like Florence Weeks
whoes fancy once I tried to tweak!"

Now here's the thing - which we all know
don't be fooled by bits of paper
birth and death and wills and taper

When you think you know your brother - just make sure
he knows his mother!


I'm off to cook the dinner! )))

I have enjoyed reading this. I even put off cooking my own dinner until the end. lol

lol Urban Fox, I haven't eaten yet...when I have will add a bit more

xx

Brilliant Rose and Jac :-)))

Great thread you two
But I must remember NOT to have a drink while reading it
Cleans keyboard yet again
lol

That was absolutely brilliant, lol..... my keyboard, too, Mo, lol!

Love

Daff xxxxxx

To leave the tale would be unfair
the happy end is not quite there.
Doris found upon the seas
that fresh air seagulls, waves did please,
"My Golly gee this is the life
I'm born to be a sailor's wife!"
And Sam the sailor thought the same
there was one small thing he must name
" Dear Sam, please tell me you have never been
near Ellesmere upon the Green?"

Assured that Sam was not related
Doris feeling quite elated
wed her sailor there and then
and never missed her home again.

Back on land poor Eric too
noticed Daisy's eyes, their hue
so suspiciously like his
he wondered "is she really Sis?"
And caught the mail coach straight that day
which took him on the very way
that Doris went, to Scouser Land
Where finally he won the hand
of Rose the barmaid, plain but truer
whose dad was quite the master brewer.
So ends this little local tale.
one question...who now fills the pail?

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Bravo, bravo... more...more ...more :)))))

Encore, encore!!!! *throws roses onto thread*

Love

Daff xxxx

Meanwhile.............back at the farm:


Daisy, with hair so fair, lips so red (well, almost rare!)
looked at the Farmer,
in dismay
"Sir you'll have hell to pay
if my dear Papa.............Parson Weeks
his wife you took to bed for peeks
at her in underclothes so white,
Why, she must have looked a proper fright!!!

Should I call you Pa, or Farmer Giles?
Pray put aside that awful pile
of bovine muck and slush and stuff"

and with that went off in a huff!

Mrs Giles (so stout and stern) faced her 'usband in return
and said in voice, all quiet and serene
"Maybe you aint such a has-been!

Come 'ere my dear, my stag, my love,
my angel, my true turtle dove

I knew not that you were able
to sow your oats neath Parson's table!

I think I might enjoy one night
of pure ecstatic fun tonight".

Oer Missus...we're not past the watershed yet :)

Seeing as his luck was in
Farmer Giles gave a grin
"I've always valued anyhow
a woman who can milk a cow
and get the grip quite firm but gentle".
And feeling therefore sentimental
Farmer Giles and Mrs too
blew out the candles....well! Woohoo!

LOL

Thank gawd Rose - I wondered how I would get out of that! lol

lol Jac, have we 'milked' it for all it's worth do you reckon? :)

xx

Reckon so Rose! lol lol

Watch this space folks for more adventures of "country folk"


Jac xxx

That was absolutely brilliant, lololol!!

Thank you, both, I have cried with laughter!

Love

Daff xxxxx

That was brilliant...hope you don't mind but I;ve copied and pasted it to a word doc to show my hubby as he is away for 2 weeks...he will laugh his size 7 socks off lol

can't wait for more from the pair of you

Small socks Mama? or am I being too personal here? ))))

Well done both of you.............................


Standing ovation in my house............................................................


But please miss can we have some more ?

Lol Jac...he takes a size 7 shoe ya daft nit