Mice and cheese.
A limerick.
I’m a little mouse named Keith.
I circumcise men with my teeth.
I don’t do it for leisure,
or any kind of pleasure.
I do it for the cheese underneath.
My beloved Tricky, sent me an SMS message today. A lovely modern-day limerick about a little mouse, dicks and smegma. I had a laugh and shared it with a few friends one of whom insisted I pass it on to her immediately. She reeled off her number. I keyed it in but she didn’t seem sure. Are you sure that’s your number? mmm.. I think so. Are you positive? Yes, I’m sure. I pressed the send button and it was gone, off into the ether. We both stood there staring blankly at her ‘phone , waiting for the beep that would signal the arrival of her new message. It never came. I was sure there was some old Granny somewhere fumbling with her mobile ‘phone, reading her message and thinking to herself ..Mouse, cheese?? I don’t get it.. Or maybe she had a bit of a laugh herself and sent it on to Grandad.
Sometimes, I wish there was a BACK button on my ‘phone. Or a big red ABORT button.