Quddrillon-Part Ii

This is Part-II Yes, I tell the truth even if you throw stones, but I have to keep my headgear clean. I am going to Princess Anne’s marriage. Princess Anne, you know, the queen of Liechtenstein had chosen her as his son’s bride, you say braid, yes, and the Queen has a braid already. She wants a bride for his son. I am going to join the party. The King of Tamara has sent me personal request, though he is more interested in my quddrillon. But please let me go, hoho, don’t cringe away from my quddrillon. Sometimes it bites. It depends on its mood. And its mood depends on the Grousimeter. Do you all tell me to explain Grousimeter? Are you all fools? I have no time. I have to go to Azerbaijan to meet the prince of Blumenstein. My quddrillon will read his horoscope, a better word than horrorscope. He will make a journey to Spinx to learn Bordeology at the cue of quddrillon’s double ffrump; yes it has Pfeiffer Syndrome since early quddrillonhood. It was treated with Axpiridin. Everything had gone excepting double ffrump. It has made him professionally ahead of other quddthings. Quit. Quip.Quit.Quip.... END © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY 17 October 2014 09:47:00 (IST)