My Cardboard Balcony

Lazy Limerick by Belinda Roddie   When evenings grow tiring and long and you feel like you just can't go on, read a book or hear music before you go and you lose it - Try schnapps with a loud Irish song!

“What year is this?” He looked down at the glass in his hand, the port staring back at him with a muddled reflection. He frowned. “Um, last year, I think.” “It’s good,” said his date for the night, and she sipped her glass delicately. “Mah-velous. You have good tastes.” He didn’t really try to have good tastes. But then again, he always seemed to pick up snooty girls.