A limerick a week #28

A threesome with Priscilla…

I suppose my flirtations with Priscilla could be described as more mano a vano than mano a mano, nevertheless we have enjoyed some quiet trysts in secluded, out-of-the-way places; however, as with any developing relationship, others may feel excluded and thus Management decided that if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em.

So the three of us headed west last weekend to what must have been a couple of the warmest and sunniest March days that Wester Ross has ever experienced, and to Management’s first overnight assignation with Priscilla and me.

Because Priscilla is a bijou little thing (“reet la’al” as I would have said in my youth) we were a little worried that the two of us would overwhelm her, but we didn’t and she fit us in with room to spare.

Priscilla in her preferred environment

… but the roads were awfully congested:

So why did the cows cross the road? To get to the udder side of course! (The apparent gaseous emissions from the rear of the coos are, in fact, reflections from Priscilla’s windscreen).

… and this week’s limerick is:

Anticipating a cool sense of frisson
We went to the Highlands to see some
Scenery galore
And I’ll tell you, what’s more,
We slept with Priscilla – in a threesome.

Postscript:  Me, supine and snapping on our weekend away:

“You’re not drunk if you can lie on the floor without hanging on”. Dean Martin

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😎 Former scientist, now graduated to a life of leisure; Family man (which may surprise the family - it certainly surprises him); Likes cycling and old-fashioned B&W film photography; Dislikes greasy-pole-climbing 'yes men'; Thinks Afterlife (previously known as Thea Gilmore) should be much better known than she is; Values decency over achievement.

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