Just a bit of fun I knocked up for this weeks Flash Poesy contest on authonomy. The weeks theme was Pawn Shop. Pawn Shop, or. Mrs Kelly’s Day Out. The pavement was dusty, the window the same. The shop front was shabby, and rather out-dated. The gent in the corner-seat reddened for shame, When Old Mrs Kelly went in for X-rated. She took little note of the window display: the XXL breasts, the pantyless crotch. She marched to the desk and proceeded to say, “I’ve come in to pawn me dear old Dad’s watch.” The shopkeeper spluttered, he spat out his teeth. They fell in his coffee and rattled about. The gent in the corner-seat got to his feet, took his brown paper bag and slunk silently out. “For God‘s sake Mrs Kelly,” the shop-keeper yelled, I think you’ve mistaken my shop for another. My usual client is bald and pot-bellied, And the product I sell is a bit of the other.” Mrs Kelly stood still, a bit taken aback. It dawned on her just what the chap was implying. She took a close look at the stuff out the back, on the magazine shelves where the good mags were lying. Short-sightedly, Missus peered up at the bloke. A smile lit her gums at the way she was thinking. “Come to think of it, sonny, I fancy a poke. Lie down, there’s a love, and just think of England.”
Posted on: Mon, 14 Jul 2014 13:33:59 +0000
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