Coffee Morning

[Tony Taylor]

Two octogenarian ladies meet up in town for coffee,
Mary, did you come on the bus Ethel?
Yes Mary, but I pretended it was an asthma attack.

[thomas michael]

hi tony #1
good morning, did the mary one have a wooden leg by any chance, and did she have to come far.
tom

[cappy]

hi tony #1
good morning, did the mary one have a wooden leg by any chance, and did she have to come far.
Tom

jeez tom she would come anywhere r683532 cappy

[thomas michael]

hi cappy #3
good morning once again, well if anybody new how far and where she came from it would be yourself and that ancient mariner cpt john sabourn connoisseur of a fine turned wooden leg.
tom

[j.sabourn]

I only ever had the spare tin one , Cappy keeps the highly polished teak one locked up. JS

[thomas michael]

hi john sabourn #5
good morning, Cappy insists he gave it to you on loan as you always refered to it as its like holding the spokes on a ships wooden wheel, which seemed to bring back fond memories of ships that pass in the night,
tom

[j.sabourn]

Nah , I said spelks and always wore gloves in any case, the surgeons type , never knew where she had been . JS.

[thomas michael]

hi john sabourn #7
good morning once again, now theres a funny word spelks i have just looked it up and means wood splinters, are you sure you are not thinking of welks a good reason to wear surgical gloves, i myself always prefered mussels with their fishy taste and a strong resemblance to natures most desired bolt hole, where one is always trying to get back into.
tom

[j.sabourn]

I used to be more of the outdoor type, so welks to me was walks, and mussels were muscles. So after walking and lifting weights used to go to my bolt hole the Black Horse to rejuvenate and try and put the weight back on. JS

[thomas michael]

hi john sabourn#9
i suppose as a child presents at xmass where scarce, so the only real toy would have been the same as chuck berrys ding-a-ling to play with on xmass day.
so its best to be imaginative even at any age,
i cannot see you sending that wooden leg back to cappy for xmass will you.
tom