Lucylastic
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This is a tale of Sonia Snell To whom an accident befell. It happens as it does to many When Sonia went to spend a penny She entered in with modest grace The properly appointed place Provided at the railway station, And there she sat in meditation, Unfortunately unacquainted The woodwork had been newly painted Which made poor Sonia realise Her inability to rise. And though she struggled, pulled and yelled She found that she was firmly held. She raised her voice in mournful shout "Please someone come and help me out." Her cries for help then quickly brought A crowd of every kind and sort. They stood around and feebly sniggered And all they said was "I'll be jiggered." "Gor blimey" said the ancient porter "We ought to soak her off with water." The Station Master and the staff Were most perverse and did not laugh But lugged at Sonia's hands and feet And could not get her off the seat. The carpenter arrived at last And, finding Sonia still stuck fast Remarked "I know what I can do', And neatly sawed the seat right through. Sonia arose, only to find A wooden halo on behind. An ambulance came down the street And bore her off, complete with seat To take the wooden bustled gal Off quickly to the hospital. They hurried Sonia off inside After a short but painful ride And seizing her by heels and head Laid her face down on the bed. The doctors all came on parade To render her immediate aid. A surgeon said "Upon my word Could anything be more absurd, Have any of you, I implore, Seen anything like this before?" "Yes" said a student, unashamed, "Frequently... but never framed." Thanks to Cyril Fletcher.... This monologue was part of my eulogy given at my fathers funeral. It was his favourite party monologue, complete with voices. I had everyone who had heard it(most of the crowd) laughing. Now I gotta find the monologue, piddlin pete.......
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