Feeling fruity?

Keeping Abreast

Of

The fence

Flowering Beautifully,

A 

Bust-full

of

Lust-full

Pinks

With Purple

Twists,

Well Hung

By

Its Own Delights.

Doullan

(that's me!)

The Fruit of The Bloom!

Yesterday we talked Celery. Today we find out about its fruity side . . .

Anthony goes to the supermarket and notices an attractive woman waving at him.

She says hello.

He's rather taken aback because he can't place where he knows her from.

So he says, "Do you know me?"

 To which she replies,

"I think you're the father of one of my kids."

Now his mind travels back to the only time he has ever been unfaithful to his wife and says,

"Are you the stripper from the bachelor party that I made love to on the pool table with all my buddies watching while your partner whipped my butt with wet celery??"

She looks into his eyes and says calmly,

"No, I'm your son's teacher".

. . . that was just a little
'fruity'
something for the weekend . . .