Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for March 25, 2017

Yes your Highness, may we smoke one if all goes well. Well, a deep subject, you fools….

Well, now I’ve got ads for luxury flats on Laystall Street in Manchester in my un-blocked page ads.

Madame, may I hold the whip for you?

Every good gong-farmer has a laystall or two.¹

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¹ Once again Teresa has sent me scurrying to the dictionary.

I am not rubbish or dung so I’ll pass on that… but I quite like the beatings. Could I have a beating and then go home?

Whip it like a chicken with her head cut off whipping around….Or an egg whipped up till it is good and runny…

Laystalldotcompost

She promises a lashing but you’ll never see the whip.

Candy wrapper, candy wrapper, makes my pink world blue.

The laystall’s just a promise, like some far-off distant ship.

Candy wrapper, candy wrapper, makes my pink world blue.

…that’s what she said….

Ah, colonialism. Those were the days, back where you knew where you stood, and what would earn you a whipping, And a stay in the laystall. Ha! even my text editor didn’t know the word. (Neither did I.)

Watercolor on Paper Towel.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laystall

I just hate crinoline splashers ! Don’t you ?

Laystall so I can whip it good.

Respect her demand command demands commands, or that’ll be the end of you.. Oops I meant, Simon says, that’ll be the end of you..

Such an attitude that bitch has! Drop her in the deepest area and then run, guys!

Have an opps-moment, guys. It’d be worth it to see her crinoline and every other under and outer garment drenched in that river.

Oops. I didn’t intend to write “opps”.