I had a look back at my previous B posts for the A to Z and saw that I'd come with Bullshit (a personal favourite) Brighton Cock (a spin on Brighton Rock, the novel by Grahame Greene), Balls and Breasts and Balderdash.
An eclectic choice, I feel.
So, to live up to my previous posts I decided to opt for the words Baloney and Bog Rolls. Now, in order to make sure I am not misinforming people I decided to check out the definition of baloney. I discovered there were in fact, three definitions.
The first is a sausage, the second is a resident of Bologna, Italy. The third fundamentally describes this blog which means nonsense.
So, to incorporate the two themes have come with an (almost) nonsense poem:
Bog Rolls.
Bog Rolls, I like them.
Soft and cushy on my bottom.
It's a pity I don't have any
'Cos some fucker at Sainsbury's bought the lot.
I hope they get diarrhoea
Which runs down their leg
And smells like putrified egg
Then I will be happy
Even as I wear my nappy.
As I said, nonsense.
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Nonsense but funny.
ReplyDeleteGreat to see you're alive & well and in fine fettle ( as much as is possible in these Covid times).
ReplyDeleteThe person who bought the bog rolls is certainly going to regret it. Enjoyed the laugh! Weekends In Maine
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