Heather

HEATHER

HEATHERTON

A Lyrical Introspective

Stream Of Consciousness

About Her Highness,

Heather Heatherton,

And Her Sister, Mary

Merry, As Told By

Sly The Salvatore.

By Izzy Ess De La

Grande Vitesse

“Her Highness Heather Heatherton did hold her head up high when she was hardly heartily held up for ridicule because her head was oversized when she fell headlong into heather in the hearth.  Her head did swell as she was struck by Heathcliff the head head-hunter for the head of Heart and Soul, the magazine that headlined Heather for her healthy heart.  Hear Ye!  Hear Ye!  Hear the Holy Heat proclaim that Holy Holiness, his Highness, is hereby just approaching Headlands of the Hinterland in heat exceeding Heaven’s expectations for hereditary heart disease.  Oh, heavens to our Betsy who did herald puberty by growing hair upon her holy head and on her lower belly for the early signs of sexual activity anticipated here in Heathertown.  Oh, Heaven is where Heather is now headed for her contribution to Humanity.”

Sylvester Salvatore wrote this lyrical, poetic epitaph when Heather died and went to Heaven in a Hansom.  He eulogized and waxed and waned poetically for about a half an hour.  He’d had an intimate relationship with Heather in her hometown of Hans Heathrow’s birthplace, Hope, in Holbein, Holland, eh?  Sylvester had a date that night with Heather’s sister, Mary Merry, who had had the hots for him since Hollywood, where they had seen the Holy Sea, at half past three, in Netherby.  Sly anticipated something interesting for the evening.  He really loved her derriere which was so shapely when he had finally espied it in northeastern Espanola.  He wondered if she’d let him have a better view of her cute bottom.

Sly was rewarded with a close up view of Heather’s sister’s derriere that evening and most of all her pulchritude, as well.  It was so exciting that he wondered if she would just marry him and live with him in Peace and Harmony.  She smiled and said that she would love to live with him and would explore the rest of her exquisite features that included ample breasts and a pair of legs that never stopped activities of active interaction with him.  In his diary he did write,

The sunset heralded the start of summertime and some surreptitious, serpentine great dancing with a limbo bar.  The coupling and the tripling made the evenings interesting and quite exciting, eh?  On Hudson’s Bay and Chesapeake, in Mandalay and Frobisher, there was some singing, humming, delightful squeaking and some grunting.

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

November 20, 2013