Mary went into the kitchen and put the kettle on.In ran Annie wearing a pink chiffon jumpsuit.Her lips were covered with a thick layer of “Deadly nightshade” by L’Oreal, a strange shade of burnt heather such as can be seen near Stalybridge UK right now
I’m going out with Joe, she cried.
Where to, asked Mary softly her eyes widening
Up on the hills I believe,Annie cried
Well, is a jumpsuit so thin really suitable? Suppose you need to have a leak?
Oh,dear,said Annie.A skirt would be easier.But do I have time
Take one of these,Mary ordered, holding out a long thin cardboard box
Are they biscuits,asked her friend?
No, they are panty liners.I assume you are wearing knickers,Mary murmured as she approached with a large magnifying glass to check.
Delia’s Lights,
the box was labelled
Is it Delia Smith, that TV COOK? Annie asked
No, it is Delia’s Protection for older folk or indeed young mothers!
Funny how we need all these products all our adult lives.How about a loofah?
It might get loose and drop out,Mary retorted.You mean a sponge?
Cakes and biscuits and Delia…. something odd here,Annie whimpered.
Are you trying to make me feel old?
Well, you will feel young if you wet yourself,Mary teased her in a knight hearted way
Suddenly Joe walked in looking pale
I am hungry he said and picked up the box
May I have a biscuit?
Mary began to laugh out loud as Joe pulled his hand out clutching a sticky white pad.
Funny looking biscuits, he shouted!
Are you a witch?
Not yet, Mary said,but I am getting a Ph.D next week
Not in baking, he asked rudely?
No, it’s in Tautology and Magic Roundabouts
That’s a load of tripe, in my view.Not that I know much about it but as a man I like to make a mark
How about a Vicious Circle? Mary queried?
Alright,I’ll take two, he shouted warmly
That will be £2.99 altogether
Is this a shop? Joe demanded.
In Capitalistic Economics, everywhere is a shop.
In that case, give me ten for nine!
As you wish,dear Mary answered.Don’t toast them now,my good fellow!
And so say all of us…..unless he is very hungry?
