Ethyl

Ethyl sat upon a hill so green, Reading a home-loving magazine. When she was good and done, In the spirit of great fun, She lit them with smelly kerosene.

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Rhona Mcferran

Date: 9/24/2018 4:14:00 PM

Meh- no great loss... those magazine mostly fluff anyway! ;D Funny one, my friend!

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 9/24/2018 10:42:00 PM

Mostly ads too, my friend. Some of them are more than 80 percent ADS!

Judith Kerttula

Date: 9/24/2018 10:56:00 AM

Didn't expect that last line!! Very funny! Thanks for the laugh.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 9/24/2018 11:01:00 AM

Thank you. I started out so practical, wondering how I was going to END it.

M. L. Kiser

Date: 9/23/2018 4:12:00 PM

Ethyl has her nerve; kerosene's smell has her's beat by a longshot! You split my sides with this one...hilarious.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 9/24/2018 11:02:00 AM

I am glad you enjoyed it. This was one of those 2 o'clock in the morning "does this make any sense?" things.