Inuendo

[2 valium, 3 glasses of brandy]

On the shoulder of the dark hill
where the old oak stands,
an owl calls. A fez winks slyly
into the starlight and lume of distant towns.
It dances forward lightly to join another fez.

They both bow, their tassles drooping
downwards.
They begin to twirl their tassles...

Oooooh...er, well. Titter ye...titter ye not...welll

[about now the downers kick in]

I know what you're thinking. Common as muck.
Yes. And we all know what he's been doing recently.
He looks a bit hows-yer-father.
Very well, thankyou. Eh?
I said you have to pull it tight sometime. Eh?
You have to spell it out sometimes.
No, dear...look at her. Doesn't know
if it's Tuesday or Wednesday.
Your nurse will be with you soon, dear.
I said...oh, never mind. Silly old moo.
Now, where was I.
Do you like me washboard? Got it yesterday
for me birthday. Brand new.
No second-hand rubbish here, y'know.
No...titter ye not....