Sitting here under a moon in June,I'm about ready to croon,
Something about a honey moon,
Then I'll up and swoon 'n try a new toon,
'Cause I'm sittin' here with a real baboon.
C.S.
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- Count Sneaky
- Greetings. I, Count Sneaky,can add little to my profile except to tell you the Count is older than dirt and has been married to a lovely lady for the past 53 years,and has one son and two grandsons; and has had a most wonderful life. As heir to the throne of the long-deposed (and despised) duchy of Umbrage, Chevalier of Dithyramb, Notary Sojac, Knight of the Umbilical Cord, Pecadillo appraiser, Member: Society of Sychophants, Society of Deposed Aristocracy of Moronica, LED, COD, Duc de Tape, and retired from post of Sanitation Engineer with Dept. of Trash, Soda City. Provider of unique and eccentric, moral and refined entertainment for ladies and gentlemen of all ages. Hermetically sealed under my hand this day.
7 comments:
Very funny and cheeky
Nicely done, Count Sneaky!
Applause. Applause. Standing O! My heart breaks for the poor little baboon.
Thought of a comment,
But forgot it too soon.
A lovely poem. Except for the poor baboon:)
I love the style of your images!
That little one looks like Bonne, my cairn terrier, in her younger years.
The baboon part tickles me. What a lovely word. Not too offensive, yet effectively dismissive. I'm dying to take it home with me. The other day I picked up catapult from Terry Heath's arsenal. I need a baboon to make my collection homely.
But I do run off the mouth here. All I'm saying is that this is very funny and worth the visit.
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