"Nancy Murchison and the Case of the Missing Scotch" (a birthday poem)

[revdorothyl]

Presenting the conclusion to this poem in honor of missmurchison's birthday today:

Comments

[jwaneeta]

What a talent you are! The meter is perfection.

And it's very funny. *g*

[revdorothyl]

Aww, shucks!

Thanks so much for dignifying my doggerel with such praise!

[keswindhover]

What an absolutely 'terrif' birthday adventure for Nancy Murchison and her gallant pals!

*bows to the authoress and showers her with sweetmeats*

*wonders who retired into the darkness with the mysterious cheekboned scotch thief*

[revdorothyl]

*wonders who retired into the darkness with the mysterious cheekboned scotch thief*

Hmmm! Could be a sequel! Do you have any suggestions for how to resolve that particular question?

[keswindhover]

Hmm, I suggest we check for smudged lipstick and chipped fingernails among our little circle of friends.

*stares very hard at Dorothy's face and hands*

[revdorothyl]

*quickly wipes mouth on napkin and hides hands in lap*

Nothing to see, here!

[missmurchison]

What a great poem! And it fuels my insane conviction that "Serenity" was my birthday present.

I love the bits about the cheekbones almost as the roadster.

Thank you.

[revdorothyl]

*blush*

Well, you know I had to work in your lovely car and your (completely understandable) enjoyment of going from zero to 60 mph in nothing flat!

And the cheekbone metaphors practically write themselves, don't they?