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Cinders

Postby Boxered » Mon Aug 20, 2007 12:05 pm

Cinderella was 75 years old. After a fulfilling life with the now
departed Prince, she happily sat In her rocking chair watching the
world go by with her cat, Alan. One afternoon, out of nowhere, appeared
her Fairy Godmother. Cinderella said, "Fairy Godmother, what are you
doing here after all these years?" The Fairy Godmother replied, "Well
Cinderella, since you have lived a good wholesome life since we last
met, I have decided to grant you three more wishes. Is there anything
for which your heart still yearns? "Cinderella was overjoyed. "I wish I
was extremely wealthy", she said. Instantly, her rocking chair turned
into solid gold. Alan, her cat, jumped off her lap and ran to the edge
of the porch quivering with Fear. "Oh, thank you Fairy Godmother," said
Cinderella. "Is there anything else you might wish for", asked the Fairy
Godmother. Cinderella looked down at her frail body, and said, "I wish I
was young, and full of the beauty I once had. "At once, her wish was
granted. Cinderella felt feelings inside her that she had not felt for
years.
The Fairy Godmother said, "You have one wish remaining, what shall you
have?" Cinderella looked at her frightened cat in the corner and said,
"I wish you would turn Alan, my old cat, into a handsome young
man.
"Magically, Alan suddenly underwent a change, and then before them
stood a young man with the looks and body that no other man could
match. The Fairy Godmother again spoke, "Congratulations Cinderella, I hope you enjoy your new life," and with that she was gone.
For a few eerie moments, Cinderella and Alan looked into each other's eyes. Cinderella sat breathless, gazing at the most stunningly perfect man she had ever seen.
Then Alan walked over to Cinderella and held her close in his
muscular arms. He leant in close to her ear and whispered in a warm
breath.......

"I bet you regret having my bollocks chopped off now, don't you?"
Well-weathered leather
Hot metal and oil
The scented country air
Sunlight on chrome
The blur of the landscape
Every nerve aware

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