Holiday Inn Escape

In midst of escaping from madness shaking within London cities vampires Tongues wringing with gossip to try pin me down.

Even on sitting chatting with an east end old timer called Masie.

One of my lady friends I don;t chat with ducks.

Masie still wears black suspenders at eighty three. No joke she told me.

As for me, I am an out of control carousel where my horses have no reigns.

On loaded my silver ship that only cost five hundred quid, however everyone falls in love with and wants to nick.

No joke, had the cops on my feet smiling so sweet right by ' The Holiday Inn' as security screamed.

One dude ran off with my bra. Apparently it was stuck in the backseat.

How it landed there ? No I never had a quick fling. I'm very boring not into that kind of thing.

Two of my personal security guards turned up pretty quick on the beat. One an Italian stallion.

I popped out my belly after having my wellies pulled up by a clown.

Back in the year da-di-da...lost track. I am such a heroic quack.

My Lamborghini on loan from another cop.

Up here north, where I hitched a swinging pitch.

My mother with her legs hanging overboard from heavens ship.

Topped the bucket.

She's out on her broom every night making sure I damn well do her chores on blinking time.

With a wink of an eye.

T'other day tapped me on the shoulder. Mother did in her kitchen.

No I am not stinking rich. Sorry folks. I'm rich with other kinds of other means .Wish I knew what they were ? Well I am here aren't I ? Writing some kind of nonsense.

Once my ship lands at the next stop probably planet professor Oxford.

Another city yells as my secretary yells each day from heavens bay.

Thinking my x reg Lamborghini is parked up swell. So fast my bags could no way be defined in anything but total chaotic disorder.

Threw the taverns into the basket.

I'm out of that last living nightmare A London story tied up well.

Bunged all the trumpets in one pie. Waved my scarf.

So long farewell hope we don't meet in the next gate to hell.

I'm riding with style as northern geezers use tweezers.

Plus Lamborghini's tend to out drive the ford.

Gordon Bennet I am half relived to reach the northern hills.

Even being broke has more yoke.

Delila Reddit ( pen name )

Yvette Louise Melech