Am I wicked?

He said he’d like to see more of me, so I took my gloves off.

He said he’d like to get married so I asked him, who to?

He said he loved my eyes.I said, I see

He said he’d like to treat me. I said, how?

He said which University did I go to so I said, at Cambridge

we don’t ask questions like that.

He said he went to Oxford.I said, what for?

He said he did P.P.P so I said he should see a doctor.

He said would I like to get married.I said no-one has proposed to me yet.

He knelt down and kissed my feet.I said while you are down there you could cut my toenails.

He said I was cute.I said, I can’t believe it. I’ve never been so insulted in my life

He said, I just can’t say how much I love you.I said, why not?

He said, you seem cheerful
So I apologised

He said, are you Jewish so I said, no but my mother was.

11 thoughts on “Am I wicked?

  1. oh man – this is brilliant! absolutely brilliant! and no you’re not wicked at all – we need numberless more to tell “him” all of what you wrote and more … and more. brilliant my friend.

      1. brilliant. I love it! good you were reminded – I’m stuck with what may sound like hyperbole but it is brilliant.

        warmest wishes my friend

        Peace and Hope and Equality and Gender-rights and Justice and Dignity for All

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