Hugh Hamilton
"Just out of curiosity," said Ben, "what was your dream about?"
"It was about this thing on this bit of cardboard."
"Oh, one of those."
"Uh huh."
They bounced nonchalantly into the office and into the waiting arms of whoever it was who was waiting for them there.
"Hi," said the mildly over weight woman in a bathing costume.
"Hi," said the Hugh and Ben entity.
"I want a brief case."
"I'm hardly surprised," said Ben. "What did it look like?"
"Huh?" said the woman. "Oh, I think you've miss read me. I mean I want you to solve my case very quickly because I don't have much money."
"Oh," said Ben, slightly disappointed. "What is it you want us to solve then?"
"I want you to find out where my husband is planning to go."
"Hmm," hmmed Ben. "Okay. When is your husband going? I need to know how much time we have."
"Well, he was meant to go last week, but I hid his briefcase that had his tickets and money in it, so that should give you a bit of time."
"Interesting," said Hugh.
Meanwhile at the docks Jim and his wife continued their conversation.
Jim said: "Baby give me one more chance and I shall be free."
The reply he got was just as hot but played in a skeleton key.
All around, not a sound did creep from out of view.
Well all except the fisherman's flowers that in the garden grew.
"Open your gate, it's not too late," said she encased with blue.
"But I'm inclined to love entwined and repair my Momma's shoe."
So she replied nullified: "Here's a bone, you'll sleep alone."
He looked up, dropped his cup, "Get me some milk or else go home."
1 comment:
Again? Jesus Christ! Why, oh why? Granted, this time it has a mildly better flow — but gad! I must have been overdosing on 'im at the time. This sin shall never be forgiven.
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