ho ho, David. Marvellously witty ending I thpught.
Cheers and thanks for the chuckle,
Frank
>Nearing the End
>
>Aunt Bessie has a talent: when she bakes,
>the flavour drives you wild. My cousins say
>that Uncle Tim, a regular gourmet,
>married her for love - of chocolate cakes.
>
>Poor Timothy was feeling far from well –
>in fact, was on his deathbed - when the scent
>of baking half-revived him. Off he went
>to find the source of that seductive smell.
>
>Each step was painful as he tottered down
>to taste the treat. At last his feeble hand
>grasped hungrily. Bess slapped it sharply and
>rebuked him, as she froze him with a frown:
>
>“Clear off to bed, and put the buns back too.
>I made them for the funeral, not for you.”
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