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Author: Chris Ripple
Started: 25/03/08
Last Edited: never
Published: 23/04/08
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Bionic Betty.Outline: Written to win a bet (and I did). Why: fun Review: any BIONIC BETTY.
Bionic Betty bit the dust it wasn't age... she succumbed to rust. Stainless steel, plastic, iron, titanium from soles of feet right up to cranium she was caught too often in the rain which would oxidise her joints again then her legs stopped moving at the hip which caused a frightful social blip... Imagine the dignitaries standing there and the embarrassment caused... It's just not fair. The squeaks, burps and farts that emmanated from her tum... Did they lose the can of three in one ? But she always seemed to be quite jolly when wheeled 'round in her personal shopping trolley and that last time she fell and sprained her wrist... Was it true the old bird was steaming pissed and managed to pass out gulping gin ? Not a bad state to be in, not when you've reached the age of one hundred and one at that age any excess must be fun. Please spare a thought for the family 'cos they've lost their Granny now, you see... and it must be said and I find it quite ironic the undertaker said the fumes were toxic and she should be scrapped and melted down not buried in that hallowed ground where her remains would slowly rust away in ten thousand years nearly to the day and imagine the state of the N.H.S if everybody made that awful mess ? the state of the country would be even more chronic if landfills had to accept the dead bionic It's hard not to feel a twinge of some disgust when Bionic Betty bit the dust. Author Explanation: Andy D. a sound engineer of some repute, bet me that I couldn't write a poem about the death of The Queen Mother in my 'usual' live style... That was a silly thing to do. Thanx for the six months worth of (non alcoholic) drinks, Andy. |
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