I couldn’t have anticipated the disquiet caused by “The Writer’s” thinly disguised taunting of the authorities.
As I sat to enjoy a very late breakfast / lunch at the very establishment that the world now knew was his “feeding” ground for juicy stories; that feeling overwhelmed me like a Limburger burger gone bad.
I glanced about me furtively. Who, I wondered, might be a poisoning, perhaps pilfering pachyderm potentially phishing for pen worthy protagonists among the unsuspecting patrons at the local McDonald’s?
I leapt to my feet, dashed to the door and ran to the Voracious Vegan Veggies-On-Wheels next door!
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(With apologies and snickers to dear AnElephantCant for the inspiration.)
Now… Let’s eat! Do please peruse the phenomenal pennings of the murderously magnificent Sir Elephant for the apéritif 🙂
AnElephantCant believe he has been outed
He thinks he might be in trouble
The Eclectic Poet
How on earth does she know it
The dear lady has now burst his bubble
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The Eclectic is a huge fan of mystery
She is also a lover of food
When the two come together
Like fries and a burger
She’s relentless as good old Hercule
Ahem. Needs some work, lol!
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It’s always good to have muse
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The Eclectic has a jolly good try here
She has no need to feel any sorrow
As a general rule
There is no rhyme for Hercule
But like AnElephant she can find one for Poirot
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Did you get my reply?
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I did! 🙂 my Internet is hit and miss right now.
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Okay, sorry to intrude, but it did something odd when I posted it!
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(Thank goodness for Bluetooth)
No worries at all 🙂
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