The sun is high in the sky
It's rays pound our pale souls
We sweat under the heat
The heat can really take its toll
We moan when it's raining
Moan, that we are too damn hot
I'm rather enjoying a bit of sun
The sun is my friend who I like a lot
But some men where I live
Are causing quite a fuss
Moaning about having A.B.S
I was curious, I had to know, I must
Was it some rare illness
That only males got in the heat?
I had to make enquiries quick
For this was a havoc about to wreak
The men were all saying the same thing
All singing the same song ballad
I was relieved to discover why
A.B.S means ANOTHER BLOODY SALAD
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Writing has been my friend since a teenager...I laugh, cry, think, pretend, smile as I do it. I feel that I communicate better through my writing as in person I can appear a tad scatty.
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@leelee101 @wolfie I think if hubby and his friends see any more salad leaves...there's going to be a revolt...😉😉😉😉😉
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