[mumofstig]

Sorry, there's no Miss Whiplash equipment here   

[Growster...]

Sorry, there's no Miss Whiplash equipment here   

Yeah, but what about all that fishnet you're spreading over the fruit bushes!

Where did that come from then, eh, eh, eh?

;0)

[Goosegirl]

MOS, you've got to tell me quickly because my suspenders are killing me! Currently one of the chief whips is The Lord Parkinson of Whitley Bay who is currently mending his haaf-net on the shore whilst humming "There's a plaice for us." Fortunately he was wearing his cod-piece when he accidently got trapped in the quick-sands but his cockles and mussels were never the same again. 

[Growster...]

Ha ha ha...

Can I have that in whiting please, Goosey...?

[Goosegirl]

Mr G. It'll cost you a million squids for me to reveal my sources, but my dear friend, I'll just give you a hint.

"She sells sea shells on the sea shore.
Why she sells them, I don't know.
It's like selling ice to an Eskimo
But then she'll never know.

There might be a pearl to add to her necklace.
Which she keeps in her bottom drawer
Just in case her lover returns.
So she lonely waits upon the sea shore.

[Growster...]

Nice one Goosey!

"I must go down to the sea again,
    to the lonely sea and the sky;
I left my shoes and socks there -
    I wonder if they're dry?"

- Spike Milligan...

(This is all getting a bit off-topic, I mean, whoever thought the oldest profession in The World would end up on a crowded beach, with everyone looking on..:0~)

[Goosegirl]

The crowded beaches are no more.
The sun's goes down on barren shore.
Buckets and spades all packed away.
Hoping for a better day.

When perchance you saw someone
Nudely lurking 'neath the pier.
Without her fish-net tights and her suspenders
Then suddenly she just remembers.

The oldest profession in the world
Is your mother 'cos she knows
How to get the sand from between your toes
And makes you do as you are told!