OLIVE AND HERB ENTERTAIN

Hazel and Basil are cumin to dinner

A knock on the door, the geese are here

Olive and Herbert are frying four nice stakes

But then sow much chatter that dinner’s forgotten

My gourde, says Olive, the stakes are like charcoal

And the hosts are getting into a rite state

The first thyme we entertain, and it’s going to be offal

Till you what says Basil, we’ll get fiche and chips

Herb, hare is your coat

And say to the girls we will be quack

At the shop the cue is quite long

Well its Friday said Basil no bun intended

We are in for a weight said Herb

The girls will be beginning to wander

Then it their turn but the chips have wrung out

Ready in chive insured the proprietor

Quack at the house the girls are indeed wandering

Bean in the pub, I bit, said an agitated Olive

Hazel’s going nuts as she gets moor and moor hungry

Then a knack at the door, cod be them at last

But are they grated with kisses all round

I’ve haddock with you Herbert says Olive

Is this hoe it’s going to bee

Can I smell bear on your breath

If it happens again you will be sorrel

While the geese are in the garden

Having their own privet battle

Then Basil produces a bottle of vine,

Lettuce have a drink, and eat, all will be fine

Hazel looks at her chop with some distain thinking

I’ll deal with ham when we get home

But after a few glasses of vine

The mood is bitter I mean better

Explanations given and excepted things are much karma

Of course, well, until next  thyme.

©LawRouge