Good idea. Otherwise, we’d look like a bunch of drips.
Don’t run down drips. Someday a drip might reign. Prince Charles for instance.
Would that be his crowning glory?
With that drip as prince, that would be England’s drowning glory.
The Cambridges ascending the throne might a big splash, though.
If Andrew ever made it to the top, Britain would really be throne for a loop.
Yes, I hear he’s a royal pain.
I asked my grandpa if he was always hard of hearing. He said “Deaf innately? Not!”
I hear you. I hear you.
As the cornfield said: I’m all ears.
As the old foot said, I’m all corns.
AS the potato said, I’m all eyes.
As the cucumber said, I’m all pickled.
As the watermelin said, I’m seedy.
As the pea said “I’m souper!”
As the bean sang: “I’m a magical fruit!”
As the kiwi said “No! I’m not bloody Australian!”
I tried to eat a kiwi once, and boy, was he pissed.
As the apple said, “I’m rotten to the core.”
Of cores the apple would say that!