Rain, Rain…

July 4, 2008

“Watch out for the third-floor rapids!” whooped Virgil,

paddling past the dining room on a wingback.

“I wonder if Edna’s still in the cellar?”, Edgar mused,

splashing a little, as a prosthetic leg and

the collected works of W. Somerset Maugham

eddied gracefully around a side table.



4 Responses to “Rain, Rain…”

  1. thegnukid Says:

    ‘…eddied…’? should that be ‘…edgaried…’ or ‘…edna-ied…’? being a little to familiar, i’m thinking (yes, a dangerous proposition without libational excess).

  2. daisyfae Says:

    never hire a one-legged plumber for the complex jobs. left the gait open…

  3. Dolce Says:

    I warned you. But no. You wanted to learn the PanPeruvian Rain Dance. Pfffft. Get the steps wrong and it’s galloshes for a week.

  4. gnuface I was actually alluding to that famous novel about the Spanish Armada: “Edward Ho!” I’m surprised you haven’t heard of it, dear. (Libational excess – that’s, like, drowning in drink… *snigger*.)

    daisyface: Heee! Wiiiide open. Like the gap between his shirttails and the back of his trousers.

    Dolface: Always trying to dampen my spirits. Besides, I couldn’t help it – the pipes…the piiipes were calling…

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