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The Red Well-Read Reader
Story 91
Incensed
"You're a bit dense!" one knight said to another. This caused the latter to take
of•fense, actually he was in•censed. He bellowed out, "MY HONOR NEEDS
DEFENSE !"
As the fight was about to com•mence, the former got tense. He pled, "What I
said was utter non•sense, not making a lick of sense. Please, won't you excuse
my im•per•ti•nence?"
The latter answered, "Now that's showing good sense, but another slight to my
in•tell•i•gence will spell blood as your grave, grave con•se•quence.”
Story 92
The Comely Wench
One upon a time ago a young boy fell for a comely
French wench. Her dev•as•ta•ting beauty made him
blench. For days on end he dreamt of nothing but
having her in his clench, in the park on a bench. He
thought he'd never quench his thirst for this
beautiful wench.
Be that as it may, when he nearly had her in his clench, he fell plumb
backwards off the bench, repelled by cheapest, rankest perfume stench.
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