Stg
I have a friend who I visit regularly,
He calls me Smith the Grocer, STG for short,
And when I text him, I sign off with STG,
Sometimes I add other abbreviations for him to guess,
A bit of harmless fun between friends.
Little did I know that a mix up with a text accidentally sent to my daughter,
Would lead to STG being interpreted to mean Sausage Tasted Good.
It came about in this way,
My daughter and her partner brought us over some flavoursome sausages,
So, it was not surprising that the next day when my daughter,
Got a three-letter text STG,
It was not unreasonable for her to conclude STG to mean
Sausage Tasted Good ,
And for me to get a text back that she was glad I liked The Sausage.
Needless, to say I did not attempt to correct the impression,
As, if I had thought about it,
I might well have sent that or a similar text on purpose,
And the sausages did taste good.
A case I think for a white lie, not doing any harm.
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