A week ago, this boat was drowning We rescued it with serious clowning A week now gone, this boat is cruising It’s quiet now, people are snoozing So at this mellow end of day We’ll settle down with Charles Trenet And raise a glass to next week’s banter We’ll see white horses run and canter And long-legged birds with feathers pink Their necks bowed low to take a drink What comes next is hard to say We may just take it day-by-day Linger here, no pressures weigh Time enough to reach Marseille
I think you need to see a doctor about these palpitations- could be AF at your age. (It’s certainly not the chap in the background - he wouldn’t get anything fluttering)
Is someone in the next room trying on her Dior party frock?
Postcards please.
"Excuse me madam, there is a prince arriving and we need to move you to a cabin below the waterline so that he may be accomodated in this luxury cabin as befits his princely status."