“Twenty is Heaven?”
No, you fool; I said ‘twenty-seven!’
‘You’ are on a holidaze in Devon;
With a soupçon of clotted Cornwall.
“What is that all about?”
Just words; do you ever doubt
That I will throw them at you,
Befeduzzle your brain
Once again?
“I have noticed,” quoth he.
“That ‘that’ is what you…
Do.”
Yes, I am predictable, in a…
” ‘Predictable’ sort of way?”
Precisely!
“Which is why I juggled with the potential (though improbable) possibility that you were to the mind of statementising that ‘Twenty’ was ‘Heaven!’ ”
Ooh! Get you! Had a dictionary for brekkies? Or two?
“Just being like you – though why I should want to try that, twenty-seven knows!”
Touché once more, mon amis.
” ‘Moan at me?’ ”
Sigh.
Graeme Sandford 