FOREVER BLOWING BUBBLES.

FOREVER BLOWING BUBBLES.
sneak.

He's a lucky dog that Bubbles.
But why the silly name?
I think I know the answer.
It started with a stain...

'I've cum to fix your washer'
'I hear it's on the blink'
'Yes, I have no knickers'
'They're all dirty and I stink'
'Is that why you are naked?'
'What's a girl supposed to do?'
'Don't worry lovely lady.
I'll fix it just for you.'
'I've tools for such occasions'
'You're well equipped I see,
Is that a spanner in your pocket?.
'I'm sure it winked at me!'
I smiled and asked to see it.
'I think you've seen enough!'
'The washer', I explained.
'Oh, I thought you meant me muff'
She led me to her twin tub.
It was full of lingerie.
I stripped down to my waist.
It was such a humid day.
I knocked and banged and oiled.
I pushed and pulled and cursed.
She made me tea and coffee.
To quench my raging thirst.
My jeans were devastated.
The toils of my war.
She said that I could wash them,
so I dropped them to the floor.
You may as well have these too,
I said with cheeky grin.
I handed her my boxer shorts.
She sniffed and threw them in.
We talked and laughed for hours.
We washed and dried and pressed.
We laundered through the evening.
By midnight we were dressed.
In clothes she looked far neater.
And so, she said, did I.
I left her blowing bubbles,
on a washing powder high...

He's a lucky dog that Bubbles.
But why the silly name?
I think I know the answer.
It started with a stain...

sneak