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
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