1957 thunderbird

my yesterday went from bad to worse...

 

after a monster headache all morning

and missing the Billabong surf finals....

 

... turned up for dinner at Ken's place

to find him polishing his newest toy.....

 

As I'm too polite to let my envy show

I was quadruply nicerer than usual

and worked my way through as much

of his best wine as I could and ate all

his ice cream too !!!!

 

typically smoove, ken was cool as kat

and smiled that rat with a golden tooth

grin of his right the way through, and

even as I demolished his wine, he'd

smirk as he kept remembering those

little things about the car that he really,

really, really, really loved....

 

... but being a bit of a cool customer moiself,

I'd saved my little coupe de graz til last, and,

as I left, after finishing as much of his wine

as I could, I tossed the chocolate sauce bottle

in the bin and told him I'd laways preferred

Holdens to Fords, and he'd been ripped off

as the old bomb only had 4 months rego left !

 

I know of course that I still won and all that

but have to say it felt like a v shallow victory : (

Done