Writers Scilly Island.
‘Eek!’ Said the beautiful maid
‘By eye make-up, I’ve been betrayed!
I must confess
My face is a mess!’
So I gave her my Mascara-aid.
Can I start again?
See some better Writer's Island posts here.
Pic borrowed from here.
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You ninny Stafford - hahahaha!
ReplyDeleteI wish I had learnt to cry gracefully - without smudging what took me hours to slap on!
ReplyDeleteHeehee, Staff, you're the best.
ReplyDeleteLoved it! Made my day. It takes me forever to slap on that makeup and it always seems to smudge.
ReplyDeletewow wish I had thought of this
ReplyDelete...
well done.
ReplyDeleteAwesome :D
ReplyDeleteNothing to be ashamed of in this bit of fun!
ReplyDeleteNice little write. Thanks
ReplyDeleteBoy you sure do know how to put a play on words Stafford! :-)
ReplyDelete... you make me feel like dancing! Who knew words beautifully strung together could induce such madness?
ReplyDelete...catchy way of saying it, lovely!
ReplyDeleteyes,
ReplyDeletewhat Gabe said up there
:-)