They say I'm crazy. Yep. It's a warning.
I am educated although I never seem to learn and repeat the same mistakes. I keep looking for Merlin. Geez, no wonder he wouldn't show
up. I'm not even British. Besides, I wouldn't dare compete with Morgana. She
could turn me into a Coqui frog.
I'm forgetting Merlin and instead settling for Bozo, the clown. Nope I'm not lowering the
bar. On the contrary, I'm raising it. Looking for magic is no longer practical
for a gal like me, who's getting on. Humor and good cheer will keep the
wrinkles at bay.
If you think you're my Bozo, you must love to dance. And
don't tell me you don't have rhythm. If you know how to make love you have
rhythm and ergo you can dance. Better yet, if you can lose yourself to music
while dancing, you have passion. Ooooh lala!
You are blessed with endless patience. You are not perturbed
by my endless questions and are willing to sign a prenuptial agreement saying
you will never gag me or put me in a straightjacket.
In return for your benevolence, I will be your quintessential compliant asian woman. I will squeeze fresh orange juice for your
breakfast as long as you buy the oranges.
I will even uncomplainingly clean the sink after you shave. And here, surely you can't possibly turn this
down: I will give you a money back guarantee.
Now will you be mine?
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| Bozo, the clown. Source: kikarose.hubpages.com |
LOL! :-) Would have made a great Love Month Valentine blog too! I can agree to your terms, Ms. Bozi, but I hear you are already taken. I tried having a former fiancee fill out one of my Equine pre-purchase exam sheets once just for fun. Unfortunately there were no questions on it about mental history LOL! Thanks for the smiles today :-)
ReplyDeleteThere must be a lot of rumor mongers out there Pete. :) I'm glad I made you smile.
Deletelol! You're such a flirt, sister!
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