Kort Engels toneelstukje...

Ann sits in the hook of the chamber.
She is striking Burts brook.
The radio stands on.
Suddenly she hears a lawight in the gang.
The door goes open.
There stud Burt.
Ann: Haha, there are you. It is becans tide. From where come you, flierefloyter?
Burt: That goes you not on!
Ann is up her toot getrapped. She thinks she will fall fromherself,
so she goes lying longout on the sofa and begins to snick.
Burt: Stop, hold up off I shall give you a vige on your smool.
That is too much for Ann.
She flies right from the sofa and balls her fist.
Ann: I can no longer stand you out! I will take another man.
Burt: Pfoe, that shall me not spite. I have raids another leaf.
White like a like Ann falls fourover on the tapite. Burt wrives in his hands from joy.
He does the door open and smites her after him too.
In the room, Ann comes to herself. She seat her very bad out and she thinks lout up: 'Ann, I will make myself from side'.
She goes in the kitchen, takes a mess from the shoyf, but when she thinks of the blood and the pain, she has twayfels.
Ann: 'I make my not from cant for a type like Burt! I will leaver stay an old vrayster the rest of my life and will never merry again'.
The public can see Ann go and sit on the stool and take her strikework in her hands.
The lights go out and the gordines go too...

16:12 Gepost door Jef in Algemeen | Permalink | Commentaren (3) | Tags: blood, hands, white |  Facebook |


Goedemorgen Jef :-) Ik wens jullie een fijn en zonnig weekend.
Lieve groetjes :-)

Gepost door: Lady Rosita | 21-10-06

very kluchtig! And I lie here on my sofa doubletoo from laching!

Love and greetjes

Gepost door: inge | 21-10-06

Dag Jef;-) And you have succeeded!

Gepost door: nicole | 22-10-06

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