This appealed to my warped sense of humour, and also my enjoyment of puns. So, I thought I’d share it.
I hope it makes you smile.
Once upon a time there were three anthropomorphic pears.
A Daddy pear, a Mummy pear and a Baby pear. They resided together with their “faux-aux-pear” a convicted squatter and porridge thief known only as Mouldylocks, (she had pleaded guilty to aggravated trespass).
They all lived together in a little house in the woods.
Mouldylocks was berry sad and considered a little lack luster on the house keeping front, this was mostly because she was unappreciated, though glad to have a job doing community service rather doing a stretch in clink.
Admittedly she had been the victim of despair but was none-the-less an ‘uninvited guest’ who had helped herself and overstayed her welcome. Her blackberry battery had run out, and she became lost in the woods. The sat-nag-GPS couldn’t help her find her way home :- “2,a, room somewhere in “Wouldn’t-it- be-shrubbery” at edge of…
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