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The Tortoise

I told her marriage was an institution. She went mental. I consoled myself with shooting the tortoise. It was for the best. There was no way it would win the greyhound derby. She was beyond reason. I was bringing it out of its shell. I sort of laughed uncontrollably. She didn’t. She actually was trying to bring it out of its shell. I suggested mad passionate love. She wanted chocolates. How about a toffee crisp and a fumble. How about you dropping dead. Who would pick up your pills if I dropped dead. I would pick up my own pills. What, you don’t know what day of the week it was last Thursday. I was in love last Thursday. Not with me. No, with the pet shop owner You do know he’s married. He was leaving her for me. He’s married to a bloke. They’re both leaving their wives for me. Is this about the tortoise. What tortoise. Never mind, let's get married. Just now. Yes, we can get married in the chemist shop Somehow that makes sense. What about children. You could get them at the supermarket. Three for two. They hide them behind the screens now. Children. No silly, the alcohol I think. They don’t hide the chocolates. Did you really shoot the tortoise. Yes, but the bullet bounced off its shell. That’s good. Not really, the pet shop owner was holding it.

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Date: 9/27/2021 11:02:00 AM
lol, enjoyed your poem Paul, especially liked the ending (with the hope of not sounding bad) Emilia : )
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Paul bell
Date: 9/28/2021 11:36:00 AM
I think the pet shop owner would have seen the funny side of it, allegedly. lol