Aftertaste

Thanks Mum, that meal was a nice tasty dish
But no one will say if my breath smells of fish
I ask them but no-one will tell me the truth
Not even the seagull that’s sat on the roof
It’s only you, Mum, that I can rely on.
Son, she said grinning, you’re a sea lion
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Laurie Avatar
April 18, 2021 at 10:45 PM
Hello Terry ... still chuckling - thanks Terry - Lindsay
Flood Avatar
April 19, 2021 at 11:55 AM
Thanks Lindsay. Glad you enjoyed. Terry.
Cunningham Avatar
April 17, 2021 at 2:57 PM
Lol, dont mind a bit of fish breath, its garlic breath that turns my nose up. I must be a vampire. Hope your weekend is going well Terry Tom
Flood Avatar
April 17, 2021 at 3:11 PM
Hi Tom... started out as a walrus, that wasn’t gonna work. So I waved my magic wand and the walrus became a sea lion. Enjoy your weekend too, Tom. Terry
Rose  Avatar
April 16, 2021 at 4:02 PM
how cute
Flood Avatar
April 17, 2021 at 2:53 PM
Thanks, ‘Mystic’
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