Fancy Talkers

The nurse said not to worry, It was just a little prick. Then proceeded to inject something, that exploded like a dynamite stick. I asked my husband last evening, "Does my bum look big in this?" He sighed then smiled and then denied I looked anything but pure bliss. The mechanic checked my engine. Said it was running fine. Although I did my best, it failed the test, and is no longer mine. The interview went well. They said I got the job. Then passed me over for someone else. All I could do was sob. I wish these fancy talkers would learn to tell the truth. At least, that way, no dismay. Although at the time may seem uncouth.