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If you annoy a Sicilian woman She will fling herself at you shrieking, Her hair and eyes wild with rage; she’ll plunge a dagger Into your heart three times before you fall And then she’ll spit on your corpse and curse your memory If you annoy a French woman She will fling at you a stiletto heel Or a saucepan (with sauce veloute’, oui!) Either one will take you down, mon ami And then she’ll dial a friend for company If you annoy a Russian woman She will make a discreet telephone call And when in spring the ice of the Neva thaws Your frozen body will at last pop up And then she’ll write a poem in your memory If you annoy an English woman She will smile sweetly, and poison your tea And as you collapse, gasping desperately for breath She will smile again, and ask if anything’s wrong And then she’ll ring for Jeeves to tidy up Finally: A Canadian woman  (I’m telling no tales) - You mess with her, and you’re bait for the whales!                                -fin- (so to speak)
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Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 3:51 PM UTC
Advice to Young Men Contemplating Matrimony (with cautions about daggers, stiletto heels, poisons, and The Supersonic Saucepan of Instant Death) (free-floating toxic national stereotypes included free of charge)
If you annoy a Sicilian woman She will fling herself at you shrieking, Her hair and eyes wild with rage; she’ll plunge a dagger Into your heart three times before you fall And then she’ll spit on your corpse and curse your memory If you annoy a French woman She will fling at you a stiletto heel Or a saucepan (with sauce veloute’, oui!) Either one will take you down, mon ami And then she’ll dial a friend for company If you annoy a Russian woman She will make a discreet telephone call And when in spring the ice of the Neva thaws Your frozen body will at last pop up And then she’ll write a poem in your memory If you annoy an English woman She will smile sweetly, and poison your tea And as you collapse, gasping desperately for breath She will smile again, and ask if anything’s wrong And then she’ll ring for Jeeves to tidy up Finally: A Canadian woman  (I’m telling no tales) - You mess with her, and you’re bait for the whales!                                -fin- (so to speak)
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is: Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com. It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel. Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree: The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.
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Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 3:51 PM UTC
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