Never mind that, my lad. I wish to complain about this carrot what I purchased not half an hour ago from this very grocer
Oh yes, the, uh, the Norwegian Blue...What's, uh...What's wrong with it?
I'll tell you what's wrong with it, my lad. it's red that's what's wrong with it!
No, no, 'e's uh,...he's a roasting.carrot
Look, matey, I know a red carrot when I see one, and I'm looking at one right now.
No no he's not red he's, he's roastin'! Remarkable veg, the Norwegian Blue, idn'it, ay? Beautiful orange
The orange don't enter into it. It's blood red
: Nononono, no, no! 'E's a roasting!
All right then, if he's roastin', I'll cook him up! (shouting at the plate) 'Ello, Mister orange carrot! I've got a lovely fresh vegetarian dish for you if you show...
Mornings here and I must say
The daylight hurts my eyes
The sun's so hot apon my face
There's stinging in my eyes
Waking up I do not like
For morning's aren't my thing
My head it hurts, it craves more sleep
My ears an endless ring
Aches and pains I fight right now
Though slowly they will fade
All right then, I'm getting up
At least my coffee's made
I'll face this day the best I can
I know it will be long
Grumpy yes, I know I'll be
Until that Sun is gone
Just give me one good reason why I should go with you,
running round the yard nekkid, like we use to do.
Don't you recall the repercussions the last time we did that?
There's places on me I don't want sunburned, that is a fact.
Why, everyone in this small town knows who we are.
You never know when someone will drive by in their car.
I do believe the neighbor uses a telescope.
Into other peoples homes, her nose she likes to poke.
Now don't you go laughing at me as I turn beet red,
as you pull the shirt off over your head
I'm trying to talk some common sense into you.
I must admit that I am enjoying the view.
I can do this by myself, I don't need any help.
I'm not stalling for time. Oh! A breeze I just felt.
All right then, here we stand in our birthday suits.
Well, almost, you do look cute in them cowboy boots.
O.K. off we'll run together, when you count to three.
Take my hand, I can't believe I'm doing this..................1,2,3,WHEEEEEEEE!
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