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The Wrong Impression

There’s a talent show this evening at the RSPCA Eight or nine impressionists are on the bill today Some will do wild animals and some will croak like frogs And a few, it seems, will do domestic cats and dogs Well the show’s been on a while and the talent’s fairly rough I’m thinking that I might go home because I’ve heard enough The fella who just did a fish by flapping on the floor Nearly made me leave but there are just a couple more The last but one contestant did a half way decent leopard My programme says this final act will do a German Shepherd The audience responded as though they were sound asleep When the guy took to the stage and said... ...‘Ve’re are ze sheep’

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Date: 8/31/2021 11:44:00 AM
(grin) Well written... very entertaining... Ann
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Date: 7/20/2021 11:46:00 AM
Thanks for the grin, Terry! You never disappoint…
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Terry Flood
Date: 7/20/2021 11:56:00 AM
Thank you Ilene, one of the jottings from when I was pushing back against the block. Glad you enjoyed. Terry
Date: 7/20/2021 10:54:00 AM
Instant reminder of Mme. de Gaulle's, "Ah, za plot sickens!"
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Terry Flood
Date: 7/20/2021 12:05:00 PM
Hey, Rico. If I get done on some dumb-ass woke charge, I’m naming you as my partner in crime! ;-) Terry
Date: 7/20/2021 8:24:00 AM
(chuckle) Good one, Terry. Nothing like poor impressions!
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L Milton Hankins
Date: 7/20/2021 6:06:00 PM
Nope. Just fine!
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Terry Flood
Date: 7/20/2021 12:09:00 PM
Thanks, Milt. I hope it wasn’t my mastery of exotic accents that you consider’ poor. ;-) Terry
Date: 7/20/2021 4:48:00 AM
Baaaaaa. Lol, Tom
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Terry Flood
Date: 7/20/2021 7:54:00 AM
Thanks, Tom. The German shepherd gag occurred to me when my first shepherd was still with me. Never thought to poetise it... until now. Terry

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