Trapped

[grannyjill]

You know something? On second thoughts, I don't think you are anything like Malvolio (I was mistooken) I reckon you are more of a Sir Toby Belch (though it is a long time since I read Twelth Night at school)

I know about Kim Jong-il and Kim Jong-un being Korean, I'm not stupid - I was taking about Barbra Streisand.

Of course, I don't know you, have you never heard of virtual love? It's much better than the real thing since you then don't have to put up with the object of your love being an irritating human being, and then having to reject them , and then they become a stalker, and then they break into your house and then they stab you to death (I know about these things, I watch tv, you know).

You certainly know your Shakespeare, don't you?

I only know -

Is this Mick Jagger I see before me
His handle toward my hand?
Come (no I resisted the urge) . Lets go dutch, see!

and
Once more down to the beach, dear friends
once more
or risk a wallop from your dear old Dad

or Too hoarse, too hoarse, my throat's raw, of course.

....disappears exeunt stage left pursued by a bear.

(What has this to do with my verse 'Trapped', pray?)