GOODS WITH THE LOOKS PART TWO Bet te'towl had just finished wiping her eyes, She was fed up with Lou'D Spencer's lies. She had been wrapped in him for years, Ironing Broad had caused all the tears. Marge Tubs spread her arms around her and smiled, "He's even changed his phone number that I dialed." "Don't fret he doesn’t know when his bread's buttered," "I know, Bet but I really liked him", she muttered. Ben'Liner interrupted "Don't waste time over him, mate." "One day you will find a proper date." Lydia Teapot just sat and listened, She'd also been jilted, her tears now glistened. He'd almost put her up the spout, Their love had brewed and stewed, now spat out. "Oh, do snap out of it!” said Polly Bag, "You're really becoming a bit of a drag." Marge almost flipped her lid" Shut up you lot that's not what she wants to hear." Bet te'towl her eyes now dry said" You are all right I must get over him; no more tears." "There's plenty better than that rat around", she cried "I've noticed someone else already", she lied Just then there was a hissing scream, It was Faucet the tap letting off steam. The sink was full-bath time for the lot, Peter Pan soaking the grime off his bott. Auntie Strainer, With'a'spoon and Phil Terre, Splashing in the bubbles without a care. "Ow! That's piping hot water, How about some cool?" As Faucet poured in cold, cooling the pool. Lou D'Spenser watched, red faced, from the open door, All this idle gossip, he couldn't take any more. "OK, I’m a rat fink!" he shouted, perforating a frown, "You'll miss me when I'm gone" stamping his tissue foot down. "Ironing Broad and I are pressing for a flat." "I'm not that flush with money yet or I would be gone straight away." With'a'spoon buts in "I'm glad you won’t stay." "You are all driving me around the bend what have I done wrong?" Life's complications and all life's trials Affect us all, whether bringing tears or smiles Will love come knocking at heart's gate? Will it? Will it? You’ll have to wait!Birth sign: Scorpio
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