I feel like a dead duck

I feel like a dead duck.
Don’t worry ,I always kill them before I roast them.
Can I have some wit?
You mean sauce?
Oh, Sole Mio.
Sorry , I have had no fish in today.
I feel like a burned out shell.
That will be cheap.I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts.
Two will do me.
But how about him?
Et tu, Brute?
Sorry,we don’t serve barbarians.
Well,it’s the biggest day of my wife.
She is about to give birth…..
Only if it can be in a stable.
Why so?
It will look good on the Xmas cards.
But they’ve not been invented yet.
Oh,my God!

And here’s me thinking it was just my burning thrush.


About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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