Elaine has gone missing no one has seen her
No hide nor hair can be found of Verena
Perhaps the have drowned in a watery Grève
Are now lost forever beneath foaming waves
Or began perchance partaking of Pot.
And if so deserve every problem they’ve got
Bot no, here they are as Phoenix from ashes
A fine fearless pair of athletic young lasses
We all smile in welcome but my smile is tiny
I’d rather they’d stayed deep under the briny.
Thank you for this one, John. It’s absolutely right what you said to me: you only can be rude to people you really like. The other ones aren’t worth a joke.
You, your beloved wife Anne and our mutual friends Elaine and Howard – your companionship turned this holiday into something very special.
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