My dear mother seldom,
intentionally,
used any rude or swear words.
But, at a small gathering
at her home,
to take tea with friends,
she was proudly showing off
a tea-pot which she had
only recently acquired;
but never before used,
was heard to exclaim,
when it proved to be a bad pourer:
" Oh drat! This new tea-pot pours
so sporadically I can only describe it
as flowing in stits and farts."
A contest entry
- Slip. . . .of the tongue by JinSays.
1006 points, ended March 5, 20 entries
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Comments
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This made me smile, thank you.
Love,
jin
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