Frances Can't You Hear Us?
Frances Can You Hear Us?
Preamble
Sorry Frances, this is the best matchless sock pic I could find
Frances can you hear us?
Calling from your drawer
Alone and sad and saggy
We are your mateless four
Somewhere in your busy life
You've lost our other half
No longer can we sing and dance
No longer can we laugh
We know a dating service
Idea is fairly gone
Despite our don debating
The pros for it and cons
Frances, he wants to date us
Pair us with a mate
Charge us with an agents fee
And leave us to our fate
We've got a little favourite France
She's shear and saucy red
Imagine what would happen if
She ended up in bed!
Date her with a husky mate
I'm sure he'd make her bed
She'd come out like an utter wreck
All on her head, and shred
And what about the tumble dryer?
don's thought, (off his cuff)
Husky hunks all tumbling round
We could end up the muff
Hey come on sox don't knock me
With care I'd choose a date
Your saucy red I'd mate with Ted
A neutered perfect mate
Now tumbling round with other hunks
I've got this problem solved
We'd supply you nix with birth pills
Sorted, done, resolved
Now reader, France, stay with me
Your sox have caused all this
By calling for a dateship
Which seems they sorta miss
There's one solution to this France
It suits your sox, and all
Give your four to Goodwill
I'm sure they'll have a ball
(playing around with all their mateless chums)
Don Matthews July 2018
Don Matthews
Sat 7th Jul 2018 02:02
Ray - I have always enjoyed intellectual interaction and unleashing my mind and letting it run free. It has not let me down here despite Frances sox not having a bar of my offer to help with their sorry situation (ungrateful sods, sorry sox).
It's this round the world adventure my mind travels in search of material and spill out willy-nilly in a fashion even I can't understand at times that surprises me. I treasure it, my mind that is, and will continue to instruct it to spill out willy-nilly-wise for everone's enjoyment. Including mine.
D?